A sense of abandonment, or tea monks and lizard people

I read a couple of books recently that might not seem related, but they both got me thinking of a post-human world. Or at least a world where parts of it are without us.

The first is A Psalm for the Wild-Built* by Becky Chambers. I don’t think I’m giving anything away by saying this takes places on a world where, because of past events, half of the world is intentionally left without people. There were so many lovely things about this story that dovetail into my awakening sense of where the ...