Status Updates From Poništeno

I’m approaching the halfway point of Houellebecq’s most current novel, it’s a nice way to enjoy the holiday season. “The human world seemed to him to be made up of little balls of egoistic shit, unconnected and unrelated to one another, and sometimes those balls grew agitated and copulated in their own way, each in its own register, leading to the existence in turn to the existence of tiny new balls of shit.”