The book is, at its simplest form, an original collection of free-verse poems, short stories, and other literary works.
It is a painting. It deconstructs the world and reassembles it in words.
It is a voice, standing up and stepping out. A voice tired of the conventional wisdom. A voice that’s willing to say something about it. A cultural commentary.
It is a flare in the dark, a dusty light clicking on down in the maze. A cry for more. For something deeper.
But Hello is understood not through summaries, but by picking it up and reading it for yourself.
But don’t take my word for it.
See it for yourself.