I picked this book up because it has an interesting title, was small, and was on David Bowie’s booklist that was published soon after his death. This is a book about coming to terms with living a kind of freeform and incorporeal life. And I couldn’t care less about it. I won’t rate it, because it might be good and might connect with others, but since I am not part of that audience, I couldn’t get much out of it, and it doesn’t make any […]