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240 pages, Paperback
Published October 28, 2025
“It’s not the flavor of a truffle that grabs you by the collar... it’s the aroma.”
When the ships pushed back from shore, there were already spores nestled in their sails. The spores teemed against the woven linen, seething with future. Their forebears had sent them soaring on cool, polyphonic breezes from gills and pores and teeth and cups; the whistling wind told them where and how to live and what to eat.... These spores were germs of breathing sculpture, of labor and movement in obscurity, of the souls of strange trees and grasses, of rock eaters, of bug hijackers, of flesh that savors like an animal’s.
I was once very struck when someone remarked, ‘Thank God fire burns visibly.’
Wait, is the universe random? Does fire also burn invisibly?...Is this a prayer of gratitude to our laws of physics – are you supposed to be grateful for those? Is gravity pissed I don’t regularly thank it? Do coincidences happen on planet Earth? What is the nature of visibility? Did we just happen to get a fire that we could see? ...This place where thanking God makes sense – this portion of a broader spectrum – this skin of our teeth – does it suggest the existence of an entire incalculable shadow world inside our own...?