The Patrescene

We crawled naked from the caves, staggered in from the hunts, to find someone had planted a seed. Our hands, stained with charcoal, ocher. Bodies spent, but swirling with beasts we’d Continue reading

What Counts as Seeing

Alice Wong: I’ve been thinking a lot about the titles of your books, An Immense World and I Contain Multitudes, because I think most humans don’t really realize how interdependent we Continue reading

The Grounded Age

The Anthropocene is officially grounded. No, this warning does not pertain to those marvels of science engendering time aloft by engineered finagling of lift, thrust, or flotation—which would include balloons, zeppelins, Continue reading