"Save the world!" She rolled her eyes. "Look around. The world didn't get saved, and now we're all playing in the scraps."
One to two thousand years after a breakdown of objective truth split humanity into a billion dreamers, it's all mostly come back together into a boring utopia. One girl can't wait to get out of her yokel town and see the world.
If only she weren't so good at seeing. Through the miracle of not being delusional, she freezes the stars and exposes errors, and soon every cultist in Cascadia is after her. A gang of wicked mechs wants her to objectify time, and all she wants to do is wander the High Planes and finally see the world bend. Fate will have its way with you, her grandmother warns, as she zeroes in on her totally guessable destiny.
A postapopalypse picaresque, a psychogeography of Erewhon, a subjectivist sci-fi, The Days of Tansy Capstone is the memoir the Caxiletan Beacon calls "A fanciful weaving-together of anomalies that surely never happened."
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Love (having found) wound up such pretty toys
as themselves could not know:
the earth tinily whirls;
while daisies grow