existentialism but it's beautiful. like a long form poem that looks at the lives of each astronaut on board the aircraft. especially at the beginning i felt like this couldve been allegorical to depression -- watching the world go by in a great metal life support cannister, training your legs and your body for when gravity hits you again, thinking about all the things that you've missed in your time in orbit and how it'll hit you once you're back on ground level. but as it went along harvey explores more and more about the universe, about the world, about god, about humanity. one of my favourite lines has to be 'what made that but some heedless hurling beautiful force?... what made that but some heedful hurling beautiful force?'

this book really takes you and puts you into orbit, too. so beautiful