a passage in the book

It is a good book. Deals with a huge range of sexuality, gender and future and strangeness but well crafted so far. As a set up Soq is non-binary, gender neutral, they/them/their. Confusing for some old timers who aren't used to those words being singular pronouns.

Three-quarters of the way out the Arm, Soq stopped at a noodle stand. This one had little stools and a tarp on each side to keep some of the wind off. Soq was swallowed up in clouds of hot steam smelling of five-spice powder. Home was noodles. Home was food and warmth. Soq paid, took a stool, shut their eyes, and meditated on the moment, its beauty, its peace. The coldness of the wind and the warmth of the food and the fact that everyone eventually dies. Letting go of everything they did not have, every ugly thing they’d seen, every moment of pain they’d felt that day, the day before, every day to come.

Kind of a good meditation side of things eh?

I think perhaps there's some space for some meditation beyond what happens on the bike. Because that sometimes is meditative, sometimes the opposite.