Not what I expected as a next read from Erika Swyler and I am all the more grateful for it. We Lived on the Horizon is rich in storytelling, delicate in its threads of meaning and matter. What does it mean to exist in a system, or to be a system, in all its definitions? The good, the bad, the need for evolution that comes with it? The breaking. The building. Whatever comes after. Do you hear the people sing?

P.S. Do not recommend reading pages 293 to 296 in public