This is a story with no plot. Instead, it’s a series of stories, published individually, that detail the lurid details of a man gone mad. It is a collection of insights, of the thoughts and feelings of the monsters that bask in the darkness of shadow. There are no lights at the end of this tunnel, and it isn’t intended to make sense. Please don’t try to make something out of it that it isn’t. Insanity doesn’t make sense, and neither do the thoughts of the insane. This is the Diary of Bodhi Marks. The Diary of a Madman.