There’s a kind of mismatch – it could prove deadly – between the way we are and the way we need to be at this moment in history.
In our daily lives, we are less and less closely involved with the material universe, as newer and more flexible matrices unfold around us in which to live and work and play.
And yet more than ever before, the material world around us is shaped by our own choices.
It’s as if, at the precise moment of moving from the back of the car to the driver’s seat, we grew bored of looking at the road.
(This post refers to the story ‘Rat Island’, included in the Peacock Cloak collection. It was first published in Interzone.)