Moonbound

by Robin Sloan

“But … surely everything comes from the past,” replied Scrounger. “Who made the dish that called you down? Brilliant rats, long past.” He stoked his campfire. “What else could this moment be, other than the product of every moment that’s come before?”

For that reason, our present is a function of the future we imagine. It is forged in response to vision.

If we lack vision—well, then the ghosts will play, and that is our own fault.

and, all across the city, in every district, the strange, tender visions of Studio Ghibli leapt to reclaim the immortality they deserved.