The world is still a surreal matrix of intersecting and conflicting doomsday scenarios competing for dominance. One may win out, but maybe not the one we think? Or maybe all the scenarios will come to pass? Hard to say. Uncivilized Books always straddles the moment by sliding between the fissures created by our exhausted civilization. We’re on the cusp of extinction, and at the same time new possibilities open… the world becomes strange and new… as it crumbles around us…
As we sink in the quicksand of the ongoing disaster, one tiny foothold allows us to dangle outside of the fray admiring the unfolding time-space stream from a theoretically impossible un-civilized meta non-space. What vistas unfold?
