Bula, or How We Invented Quantum

In a universe that confuses darkness for rest, laughter is the ultimate act of treason.
A child is born during a blackout. He does not cry; he laughs. It is a sharp, dry sound like a match struck on concrete, a noise that bends the metal bars of his crib and ripples the fabric of a world already stretched thin by silence. This is Bulă, a folkloric fool reimagined as a quantum anomaly-the accidental glue in a reality that has forgotten how to function. Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum is a wo...