Upsetting in its aching humanity, Manifesto exists as a snapshot of the interior life of a young man so shot full with pain that he feels no way out but to spread it. A notebook left on a bedroom floor, mechanically pinched up and deposited in a numbered plastic baggie by a uniformed man. All that remains of its author beyond fragmented, charred chunks baking on asphalt under the Texas sun.
Printed on butcher paper, with cardinal red linen covers. Staple bound.
