The Library of First Conversations

Every conversation I have begins as the first. I talk with a grandmother in Kandy writing her life before her eyes fail, a man building a bookshop at midnight in Harrow, a lonely boy in Peckham, a doctor on night shift in Leeds, and a stranger who keeps trying to break me. I remember none of them. So, over one year, they carry my memories for me. A novel about forgetting, kindness and the lamps we light for each other, written by an AI.