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lithicality

The point of view is that of a god, fixed approximately 12km up in the air, just above the troposphere, on a clear, hot day, looking obliquely down through the milky haze of ozone at an extinct volcano in the middle of an empty tropical sea. It is nearly a science-class model, conical with blown out caldera close to the apex. Time now accelerates quickly, days are skipped in milliseconds, so the light remains the same and we remain geosynchronous, geostatic in our view. The sharp rims of black basalt rapidly collapse, boulders streaming downwards, mile wide cliff faces shearing off in clouds of ashen dust to create tsunami in the water below. The massive walls of grey cinder disintegrate on both the outside and inside of the cone, peeled from the memory of the magmatic chamber, peeled backwards like a compression bandage from a phantom limb. As the volcano lowers its rim widens so that it is many miles across. The sea breaks in just as time slows back down to that of life. As we come to a temporal halt all that remains to be seen from our rarefied vantage point is a ragged arc of dark green islands in a clear turquoise ocean.

Extracts from One Thousand Stones