This is an interesting book about a man named Pyotr Voyd. Is he a patient in a mental institution, or commissar serving a Bolshevik commander during the Russian Civil War? You'll have to read and decide for yourself .
Throw in a bit of Buddhist philosophy and you have a very interesting book that was a bit tough for my feeble brain to decipher, but I still found it entertaining and well worth reading.
Plus, there is a great description of how “a television is just a small transparent window in the pipe of a spiritual garbage chute”. That seems pretty accurate to me.

RELEASE NOTES:

I didn't really like this hotel, so sorry for you if you have to stay here. I left the book in my room, on top of the bed/bookshelf unit.