I finished A Memory of Empire by Arkady Martine and it struck me as deeply as few things have. I have a lot of thoughts about it - its structure and its poetry and its themes - but I can't articulate my feelings fully right now.

Instead I wrote a fic for it - archiveofourown.org/works/20656448.

If you also have feelings about this book, please comment and talk to me about them. I am still in the stage of swimming around in all the beautiful feels but I'd love to discuss.