Sublime

chapters 1 through 4 construct a detailed portrait of what life might be like within just ten or twenty years.

Douglas Pavlicek works a clear-cut as big as downtown Eugene, saying goodbye to his plants as he tucks each one in. Hang on. Only ten or twenty decades. Child’s play, for you guys. You just have to outlast us. Then no one will be left to fuck you over.

viridescent

The World to Come

inchoate

Hitchcockian protagonist,

stymied