"Daily we are told there is nothing better than this. Our graphics cards and loafers arrive at our doorsteps the same day we order them-what more is there to want? We hurtle from shock to shock, bubble to bubble, oriented in the direction of complete ecological collapse and a future mortgaged beyond any hope of repayment. Yet we are told the most frightening thing is not this building chaos, but rather the possibility that any other course might end in secret police and breadlines."

"It would be nice to go back to caring about the moon. So many of my favorite authors care about the moon. So much of my favorite literature orients in the direction of beauty. But surely any true appreciation of beauty would admit, exclaim even, that no description of the moon, no matter how stunning, how true, reflects as much beauty back into the world as a missile obliterating a family in their home takes out of it."

As a fellow writer and a fellow human being with a soul... definitely feeling the same pain.

I've been reading this on my commute for the last week – when someone asked me about it on the tram, I realised it's hard to be casual and conversational about such a topic :') But it's a wonderful book, truly, hurts on every page.