It reads like abstract art without a guide. A collection of mostly unrelated paragraphs with no sense of cohesion. I feel like the "timequake," which did not enter significantly into the book (I can't truly call it a story), was an ad hoc gimic for the purpose of allowing the author to publish his late-night musings under the guise of "fiction." Granted, it was amusing and occassionally moving, even thought-provoking, but it was like looking at a photo album which had been accidentally dropped and the pictures badly shuffled.