Mental Graffiti by Antony Wolkovitzky is not your typical storybook. There's no neat beginning, middle, and end here. No tidy resolutions or moral-of-the-story wrap-ups. What you're holding is more like a cracked mirror, or a series of hallucinated transmissions from parallel worlds. Prophecies in static.

These are not feel good tales. Some of them might unsettle you. Others will drag you under like stones in deep water.

This book doesn't want to entertain you. It wants to haunt you.