Read: Sheila Armstrong by Falling Animals ★★★★ 📚
Celia turned five last month while he was on a container ship from Liverpool to Halifax. They were passing an island off the coast of Newfoundland and Manoy clung to the port railings, scrabbling for a few bars of reception to make a call from the satellite phone, even though the sea-ice was wrist thick and the containers looked like frosted teeth on a blue-white jaw. After hearing her voice, he came down below with a wind-red nose, but a smile so wide the top of his head could have snapped off.
A set of loosely joined stories connected to a coastal town on the west cost of Ireland. Told at a gentle pace that kept me wrapped in each tale. I was slightly disturbed by the way episodes trailed off, but it intrigued & made the atmosphere linger.


![Newspaper clipping reads:
The alarming bit was how out of touch the Al world was. "People would talk about how Al is going to bring all this wealth that will rain down - all we
have to do is figure out how to distribute it. But the Industrial Revolution already [promised] this, and we did not distribute the wealth globally. Why would this be any different? That attitude] was pervasive and hard to watch. If you take your eyes off your two smartphones and look around, San Francisco is a city that has enormous poverty."](https://johnjohnston.info/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/ai-wealth-distribution-torn_paper-1024x460.png)

