"Though we had free will, we were also biological organisms - the brain was an organ, subject to all the laws of physics, too! Literature provided a rich account of human meaning; the brain, then, was the machinery that somehow enabled it. It seemed like magic."

A thoughtful dystopian love story made up of equal parts whimsy (looking at you paper flowers and carved love spoons) and terror (a society obsessed with apologizing for something they refuse to acknowledge while also accepting quotidian violence). Disorienting, challenging & subtly hopeful.

"She was in no rush to come out of her coma where it was warm and silent - she only saw words, she didn't hear them - and declare what she knew. She had no more reports to write just yet. It was good to look at the world slowly and evenly. You don't need to have your eyes open to see things."

"Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying. In essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved."