“Where is the other world hidden beneath this one? Where are we hiding it beneath words and ego and capital?" —Hannah Liberman

“They’ll take the park,” she said... as she looked up at the houses on Telegraph Hill. “I’ve seen it happen. In Pasadena.” —Sky O'Brien

“I was twenty-two when I last wrote to you. ... How dissimilar you had become to the person I held in my memory." —G.V. Rindborg

"The restaurant was full. I looked down at the evening sun poking through my Monet mashed potato." —Sky O'Brien

“No ... We are in the worst position we have ever been with this book. We need to sit down and think all of this through, very carefully.”

"Something happened? George said and smiled, their conversation sounding, he thought, like dialogue in a Nachman story."

In a visionary piece of short fiction, an ageing man meets machine morality in near-future Los Angeles