I finished The Silence in a few hours yesterday, with the crow moon coming. It's about the collapse, the apocalypse or whatever, written in 2020. It's a new book though, after several printings. I missed it before, but it could be written as we speak, if Don DeLillo was still here. I wish he was. I wish he was on Substack in the afterlife. And then I started Earth 7, about life on earth after the collapse, the apocalypse, or whatever. I can feel it coming, whatever it is.