Anton Voyls Fortgang

The constraints are astonishing, and it makes me wonder about the creative process behind such a feat. Did he plan every sentence in advance or was it more spontaneous?

The story's focus on loss and absence was haunting, but also made me reflect on how language shapes our understanding of presence. Was this intentional to evoke that feeling?

The novel's clever use of vocabulary and constraints kept me engaged, but also made some passages a bit dense. How did others experience the rhythm of the prose?