[…] with a single brush on the touchpad, I flee upward into the atmosphere and at once have in my sight the physical planet, submarine wrinkles and all – have the option, if so moved, to go anywhere. From up here, though, a human movement is a barely intelligible thing. Where would he move to, and for what ? There is no sign of nations, no sense of the work of man. The USA as such is nowhere to be seen.
Netherland. Joseph O’Neill’s. 2008. Read the post on (e)space & fiction