Assumptions We Might Make About the Postworld

Fiction. The small future parables of ASSUMPTIONS WE MIGHT MAKE ABOUT THE POSTWORLD take place in a world very much like our own--and
not--weaving what amounts to a beguiling meditation on
inconsolable loss. In the mundane dailiness of this world, men and
women of forbearance and good nature embrace world-altering
anomalies of difference--a missing part, a troubling cough, a lack
of body altogether--with carefree insouciance, while somewhere
just the next story over, amorphous aliens gorge on seconds, vast
schools of glittering fish appear out of nowhere for secret
visitations in the night, and a tiny private tear rends an opening in
the fabric of the universe itself. Meantime, all they ever wanted--
all any of them ever wanted--was something they might call grace
before everything disappears altogether in the postworld, when
herds of unrecognizable animals inherit the earth.