Tristan And The Apocalypse Vol. 1 written 2016
By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James Book I There wasn’t much at all to be said about this kind of dorm room. I had unverified myself, humbled myself just a little — and what did this room look like — there was pictures on the walls of my literary heroes, and not supermodels like the young adult next store. I had accumulated bottles of wine on my desktop; he had stacks of crushed beer cans. My speakers attached forever to my macbook always played. That was the best way to fall asleep, after an entire day of stressful reading—thumbing back and forth, making notes, wishing sometimes, I was some place else. The only way to fall asleep, eventually. It is strange how books could so overtake my life, even if I hoped it was temporary, and everyone else wished it was extremely temporary. They aren’t a place far away, but they become the place you’re in. They color your thoughts, they become your moments. And often now, I count the books I’ve read, not how many parties I’ve been to lately, o...