Excerpt From Golden Mountains:

‘Two hundred people, roughly between the ages of 20 and 35, all with their phones in hand. ‘Fuck,’ says one of the three boys next to me. ‘What was that hashtag again? Moëtform?’ ‘Moëtmoment,’ answer the other two in chorus, their gazes and mobiles not straying from the hologram on the lake. Everyone seems hypnotised by the projection, as if their devices were being drawn by some magnetic force towards the hologram (…) Some people mumble that it’s cold, others complain that it’s all taking too long. But nobody stops filming. And nobody says: how strange actually, that we’re all standing here in the cold, making videos of a hologram of a villa, while we’re all standing with our backs to the real thing.’