I finished The Dead Do Not Die: Exterminate All The Brutes and Terra Nullius. Now I'm reading Vigil. It begins with a person falling from the sky, from the afterlife, reconstituting as she falls. Come to guide others to the afterlife. I'm thinking about the engineered destruction, to waht end Thought falls, like heavy water, gravity embodied, and as it falls, mist rises, air shimmering like melted sand, like window glass, mist of droplets, each an evanescing lens of light. So much of the story is an image captured forever falling, ever untold.