Who? No.

>>25314101
Sounds promising

>No single description can encapsulate Morphological Echoes, but I thought I’d list some of the things you’ll encounter in this universe: a preemie piloting a paper airplane out of a burning skyscraper, a siren-singing glacier and the Titanic’s captain lashed to a smokestack, a sumo wrestler battling an atom bomb in the sky, a lightning conductor (that is, a maestro who conducts lightning), a smog mammoth who has stolen the first fire of humankind, a literal honeymoon, a samurai C-section (that is, seppuku that results in spontaneous birth), a physically doppler-shifted earth with a DCZ (decolorized zone) down its center, the astral projection of dying constellations, droves of grazing zygoates, a plague in which water becomes blood but also blood becomes water, an armchair philosopher who mentally tortures all the thinkers who came before him, a giggling moon boy belly-tethered to his rotating mother and spinning around and around like the blade of a pinwheel, his toes tickled by radiation, his head haloed by saliva bubbles, etc.

>>25314101
He's retarded and a shill

It's kino

>And then the exhaust from the cars seeped upward as a coagulation of sluggish bubbles, creasing and crimping into illogical origami. From the driver’s seat, Jasper thought she could see faces in it, limbs, but she knew that smoke proved even more deceptive than when cloud-gazers see portions of their dreams in the sky. While on her way to work, she realized that time began to decelerate, draw out, but not uniformly, only in the speed of her car and those around her. All had slowed down to twenty miles per hour or less as though boring through an invisible slime. The drivers in the other cars—one scratching the bridge of his porcine nose, another attempting to apply magenta lipstick in her rearview mirror—moved in the same gradual manner. And then Jasper saw the light ricocheting off the polished or wash-me hoods and roofs, off the carbon spoiler on the car to her left. The light scattered as golden mist, atomized at the surface, each globule a thing of its own. Yet pedestrians moved at a speed consistent with her former concept of time, most of them children, with some adults in tow, and she heard a giggle-laden scream as a girl with a bunny-eared backpack dashed in front of Jasper’s time-retarded car and she braked so hard she could hear the tires’ extended shrill, audio seemingly edited by an unseen hand. The girl’s mother had sprinted after her child and picked her up with an accelerated speed, and she glowered at Jasper through the windshield, saying in a helium voice, “It’s a school zone, for God’s sake!”

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