Dostoevsky writes from the perspective of  a man trapped in a psychological labyrinth of his own making. The narrator describes his walls to you in vivid detail, even describing to you why his cage is much nicer than yours. 

I read excerpts of the first section of the book, examine the perspective of the narrator, relate to his misery and try to justify day-to-day life in the face of the inevitable death of the universe. 

Sometimes, when you eat a shitload of acid, it gives you advice. This is some shit the acid told me. The amount of sense it makes may vary.

Confronting the fact that I'm in love with all these demons. Trying to decide which parts of me I keep and which parts of me get the axe. 

This is the first step in the Initiand Project. 

Listen as I overcome the anxiety and embarrassment that prevents me from creating. It's not good, but it's here.