Waste for everyone. My daily text prayer. Diary, reflection site, existence experiment. Story of the moment, of time, novel of the transformative year 1998. After all, it was a dream that came true, the book that I am. The one I always wanted to write, about which I always wondered how I could manage to capture it, how I think, live, write. Seen from the perspective of death. What I like about the book Waste: the realism, the priority of ideas, the banality of the demons of everyday life, the writer's life, the silence, the media noise, the fictionality of the characters that appear, the argumentative pedantry, the probing, the judgmental clumsiness, the equivalence of all things, the poetics, the aesthetic theory, structurally fragmentary, fragmented by time, the time machine, the year, the minutiae and their plausibility.