pickThis was 90 percent linear and prose enough for me to comprehend; the other 10 percent was very "poetic". Current worries led to downfall of society. Reliance on technology pros and cons debated within framework of dialogues between survivors and remnants of an AI's personal reflections. Evocative descriptions, important convos around information control, language deterioration and evolution, autonomy of artificial beings. Glad I read it.
"The analog flying foxes of the air, the fruit bats with the wingspan of a child, roost under the eaves and orifices of the rotunda, upside-down like furled umbrellas in the groove of a coat rack or a lacquered tree."
Someone please tell me. Is Karen fucking with me?? I just want to know. Asking for a friend. That friend is me. Because I am in tears, literal tears, crying laughing at the literary excess.
I cannot stop giggling. These sentences are extra as f***.
"The information highway, bereft of its data warehouses, lies noiseless as a liquid gold sun drops into the horizon, one glowing elegy to a bygone age of digital flotsam and jetsam."
Book: "...this age of crisis. No amanuensis...”
Me: *puts dictionary on speed dial*
Today's #libraryhaul. Not sure which book to start first.
The Maze of Transparencies | 
