Book Excerpt for the Day

    When I studied history, one teacher showed us an old picture on FloScreen of something she called “nature”: flat courtyards of green stuff called “grass”, dotted with brown sticks with darker green fluffy stuff on top – she said nobody knew what they’d been called.  Through the middle of the picture ran a coil of blue, curving through the grass – she said that was what rivers used to look like.  Our river didn’t look like that.  Our river was a swirl of brown running through a deep Geocrete channel.

    (from Extinct Doesn’t Mean Forever,  edited by Phoenix Sullivan)

    7*/10.  The full review is here.
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