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384 pages, Hardcover
First published October 15, 2024
"The rhythms of familiar routine would soon stall, to segway into a new song of as yet unknowable agonies. But like anticipatory grief for a dying loved one, misery was for now a shapeless looking thing. Something one hoped might still be avoided."
"The institute was like Noah's Ark for the plant matter. A catalogue of the past and a hope for the future, an insurance policy against humanity's indifference and negligence."
"The capacity for grief was squeezed from people. Death had become routine, as ordinary and expected as shadow at sunset."
I have not known hunger. Like everyone, I have been introduced. Like on a long night drive whenever fast food joint had closed a few hours earlier or at a cinema when I arrived too late for popcorn. Hunger, but glancingly. Not close enough to shake its bony hands & feel those fingers begin to rub the flesh away. I know, vaguely, that hunger squats ever patient, in the empty space on supermarket shelves, behind the tins of soup and boxes of cereals. I know it waits for the systems to snap, the logistics to fail when it finally emerges to move in intimately, and given time, fatally. How long would you or I survive, if hunger arrived today?
I know, vaguely, that hunger squats, ever patient, in the empty space on the supermarket shelves behind the tins of soup and boxes of cereal. I know that it waits for the systems to snap, the logistics to fail, when it finally emerges, to move in intimately and, given time, fatally.