The brick and mortar bookstores in Kathmandu, New Delhi, and Bombay don’t stock critical SF, science, or math books barring few exceptions—well-worn classics and college textbooks.
Marbles, reading glasses, fichas de Monopolio, a key, all cemented onto the crumbling old plaster, maybe eight feet across. Only when he took a step back could he see it formed the shape of a woman and her two kids, carrying suitcases away from a house while a grim police officer stood by with his arms crossed.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents José Pablo Iriarte's "Life in Stone, Glass, and Plastic."
Until at last they come to / the tree that speaks to them
