Ufuk Özden Libri

Imitating death, at last, immortal art may be Within a dark collective dream, Earth’s population learns its fate. The planet will be harvested for carbon—swiftly lain to waste—while busses bound for nebulous infinity collect mankind. Predictably, this harbinger elicits global a scrum for decent seats . . . Meanwhile, a man with an anxious soul struggles to make sense of his dull existence. Stuck with shrinking parents and a hapless ghost, he takes it upon himself to venture beyond the tedium’s peripheries. What, after all, is more dangerous than safety? Cycles beg to be broken. Reaching out to a man he’d seen in an old smut film, he takes up residency on a desolate island. There, it’s learned his latent friend is something of a ‘suicide tourist’—one that visits vistas marked for imminent annihilation. Tending goats and drinking wine, the two discover something man’s final play is being planned and even has an open call. Just who would need a script when total mayhem proves the backdrop? “Pints of humour. Heady stout. Euphoric. Dark. Delicious.”