The Unindexed Mind

This isn't a self-help book. It's a mental junk drawer - full of quotes, chaos, forklift wisdom, and a guy just trying to make sense of the noise.
No chapters. No index. No roadmap. You'll find meaning, then lose it again. And maybe that's the point.
It's part philosophy, part humor, part existential napkin scribble.
If you've ever argued with God in a break room or felt like socks next to the couch might symbolize existential dread... you're in the right place.

Tory Handcock never planned to write a book. He has ADHD, dyslexia, and a forklift job-and somehow, that turned into this. The Unindexed Mind wasn't outlined, edited to perfection, or written in a cozy cabin with a view. It was muttered into a phone between stocking shelves and existential spirals.
He always figured his first book would be about zombies. Turns out, real life was weird enough.
Thanks to technology, the stuff that once made school hard became the tools that made this possible. Whether you call that a glitch in the system or a feature, he's not sure. But he's grateful either way.