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Lurking in the Parking Lot

Teachings of a Delusional Monk

A Monk in A Parking Lot Where Stillness Begins to Speak

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Step into a parallel world where wisdom wears dusty robes and sits silently near office buildings. Lurking in the Parking Lot is a kaleidoscopic narrative of conversations, observations, and inner reckonings. Written with poetic introspection and spiritual mischief, this debut book from Vahid invites you into a slow-burning dialogue on identity, purpose, emotion, and illusion—delivered by a so-called “delusional monk.” Blending fiction and philosophy, it’s a journey of unraveling your assumptions and quietly confronting the nature of being human.

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Chapter Teaser: “The Consequences of Being a Human”

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She speaks in lava and ocean metaphors. You think she’s being poetic—until you realize she’s speaking your life out loud. You listen to her voice and hear your own thoughts echoed back with unbearable clarity. A dragonfly passes. Is this a casual chat in a parking lot, or the unveiling of a universal truth you’ve been avoiding your whole life?

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“Unconditional love—a myth of the era. Some philosophize it; some desperately desire.” Chapter: A Young Man and a Gesture of a Hand
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“I am a hypocrite. The things I say I want to do don't align with the things that I do... So I am a hypocrite; this resonates with being the bad and worse me. But the good me is also a hypocrite… This is a disaster.” Chapter: An Inner Dialogue
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“I was what my mind was. So, I took a long trip without the suitcase.
Spending much time flying ‘first class’ on the Mind-Lines Express is a fancy way of describing the exploration voyage…
One goes through a feeling of crawling through the web without the skills of a spider.” 
Chapter: An Innate Free Ticket

The monk was in a state where everything was something to read—a stare, an unusual habit, a twitch of a muscle—everything constituted another line in the order of life pages, and he read eagerly.
But then, he flipped the angel over 180 degrees. He redirected the lens of reading on himself.”

Chapter: Reading The Story of the Delusional Monk

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