I have reread this several times, it was one of the first I read, and I've had it open in a tab for weeks because I basically don't feel intelligent enough to comment on it! But, holy fuck, I can't let the round close without saying: it's gorgeous, and I would read a whole novel with this premise. There's so much sharply beautiful imagery – all the substances, the minerals, the dark dry glitter, the sense of things moving in vast spaces. I would like to know who wrote this.