The author first thanks his family and second thanks Tao Lin and thats a pretty good indicator. Really up its own ass (literally) stream of consciousness / autofiction vibes. At the very least its the right length for a book like this (sub-100-pages) like I basically read it throughout the course of a show I was not having a great time at. So its hard to say I regretted reading it, but I dont think I felt enriched by it either. There are interesting aspects and i'd say its crafted pretty well. Might be considered an historical document in the future because of how it depicts internet use (bleak thought). I am grateful for the fediverse, Twitter seems horrible. I think I'm done reading books like this for now.