When I was a kid, we were in New York City one summer, and there was a homeless man selling little dinosaurs he had made out of aluminum foil. The scale here is different but the basic premise is the same. Everything around us, even something as pedestrian as aluminum foil, can become something beautiful.
Eileen Maksym studied philosophy at Yale and theology at Boston College, and now uses both to write science fiction. Currently she is an academic nomad, following her astrophysicist husband around the world, two kids in tow. When not writing or kid wrangling, Eileen is a hopeless fangirl. She can be found on Twitter (@eileenmaksym) squeeing over her favorite shows, most of which involve famous detectives, dashing time travelers, and creatures that are never, ever referred to as zombies.
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