'There is a curious dichotomy swirling at the centre of the floating city of Columbia. It’s a place filled with outrageous injustices, racial tensions, civil war, inequality, classism and science gone mad. Ideals are crushed and reformed as twisted and dangerous ideologies; grief, dissent and tragedy are co-opted to feed the power-hungry; and fundamentalism is lauded even as it reveals its ugliest faces. But all of this abhorrent human behaviour and destruction happens in parks where fairy floss is for sale. Grand icons stand guard outside meticulously detailed museums, hat shops bob merrily in the air as men in boater hats guide their families along bright, cobbled streets, an immense statue of an angel — arms outstretched — watches over the city from the horizon.'