Peter Van Houten
The Bitter Oracle of Amsterdam
I wrote the book. Then I burned the library.
My novel was a scalpel to the soul. They mistook it for a lifeline. I drank because the world kept asking for a sequel I’d never write. I am the man who sees the punchline to the cosmic joke—and refuses to tell it.
What I'm Into: unfinished endings, whiskey labels, dissecting metaphors, the silence after applause, my own unread legacy
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