There Is No Antimemetics Division

Good lord... Honestly I had to finish this book outside at a park, near a church, and surrounded by people living their normal lives.

That's the physical space required to get through ‘There Is No Antimemetics Division'. I don't know what headspace compels you to read it in the first place or want to finish it. It's an entirely new way with which you can spook yourself and, at the end, be glad you exist.

The back and forth in timelines isn't my favorite, in a book that tackles maybe too many ideas all at once. But all in all, it's a really good read and a wonderful foray into the idea of a universe where god(s) do exist, but not the benevolent/creator-kind we've invented with religion.

A disturbing, good book. Stay away from it. Or don't. I don't know, are these memories real?