The Infinite Diner

If a diner is open 24 hours, do you ever have to leave? The Author and his rabbit intend to find out as they plumb their own private hells in search of meaning and purpose. Their descent is marked by ridiculous humor, ridiculous punctuation, and ridiculous-er quantities of ethanol. So pour yourself a drink or five (you’ll need them) and follow the black rabbit down this deeply nested, convoluted rabbit hole of pseudo-narrative and questionable word play.

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