With justification, you could refer to these “books” as the Siratori megatext, constituting a long-form nightmarish scroll, or memetic scrawl — pictures included, as if deconstructing emakimono.
It’s questionable if it’s even accurate to say that Siratori “writes” the texts he releases — at least, if the act of writing implies authorial intention or psychological cohesion in any recognizable sense. Perhaps he generates his writing somehow, deep inside his grimdark otaku lab, feeding the living scraps of natural language into some kind of linguistic degloving machine.
I had completely forgotten about Kenji Siratori.