Such a curious book with a great main character. I love its interpretation of infinity and labyrinths, mapping it in a house that, before Piranesi's eyes, is the whole universe. Few beings inhabit the house, and Piranesi is fascinated by all, including an enigma who goes by The Other.

It's with this childlike wonder that he guides the reader so lovingly through the dizzying architecture of infinity, offering a bright and, in my opinion, endearing voice in the journal entries he loves to write.

I can't say much else because it's really such a unique book in terms of worldbuilding. If you like statues and/or architecture, this will leave you inspired.

One minor but cute character detail that stuck with me: Although it is a world ravaged by floods, the sound of the ocean is calming to Piranesi, and easily it lulls him to sleep.

Something about this sentiment resonates with me as I try, along with everyone else trapped on this planet, to survive the calamities of capitalist industry, under whose tumorous weight the world's tremors are suppressed, and go tragically unheard. Buried in the silicon screech of manufactured problems and junk solutions.

Amid this I still reach for a book, or my laptop opened to a blank doc, and let myself be lulled toward dreams.