Status Updates From The Living Sea of Waking Dr...

You know it's a good book when, as your reading it you're already thinking about rereading it! Dayum. This reminds me of the song Welcome to the Internet by Bo Burnham.

Anna had no idea what she would say to Lisa Shahn as she heard herself speaking slowly and confidently, explaining that she was the woman on the plane, the one who had lost her hand and who now just might be losing her head. She had seen a picture of a dead charred rainbow lorikeet, such a beautiful bird, and it had broken her heart. She hoped it wasn't presumptuous, but she had a question.

She called his name, and when he turned around from the glow of his laptop, she saw that one eye and both ears had vanished. What remained was a mouth and a single eye that had somehow floated into the centre of his face and stared mournfully, emptily at her. She heard her phone ringing in the kitchen, fled the bedroom, and said nothing.

(...) Another priest's lawyer dismissed the oral rape of an altar boy as no more than a plain, vanilla sexual penetration case. How? thought Anna. Two weeks after a fire destroyed a district, a second fire swept through, burning all the burnt materials. How was it possible?