Dark Matter

by Blake Crouch

A realization and the terror that follows it—terror of the limitless indifference surrounding us. I don’t know if that’s the intended takeaway from Daniela’s installation, but it’s certainly mine. We’re all just wandering through the tundra of our existence, assigning value to worthlessness, when all that we love and hate, all we believe in and fight for and kill for and die for is as meaningless as images projected onto Plexiglas.

This scene, where Jason1 visits Daniela2’s art installation was one of my favorite things to write in the book. I loved exploring what Daniela’s life might have been if she’d had a chance to fully commit herself to her art.