'Why am I like this?' is the kind of question you might ask yourself after crying on the phone to your mother from Dollywood because you think you're going to jail for the rest of your life. Or after starting a rumour about the Luas because you were bored that resulted in being personally listed on the Luas Wikipedia page under the heading 'Incidents and criticism'. (You may say to yourself, these are things unlikely to happen to anyone. They have both happened to Carl Kinsella.)
In At Least It Looks Good From Space, Carl Kinsella attempts to solve the great human mystery of why we are the way we are, or to at least examine, up close, why he is the way he is, reliving some of the pivotal moments in his life to figure out the whys, the hows and most importantly: whose fault it is.
Carl explores the complexities (and simplicities) of being friends with men, how the overwhelming presence of technology affects our lives, his experience with OCD and the reality of intrusive thoughts, how online activity might be making us addicted to attention (or maybe that's just Carl), thoughts on theme parks, how millennials relate to their parents, and that one time he fell into a lagoon.
Honest and deeply human, At Least It Looks Good From Space is a colourful search for answers in the midst of a modern world where things can look good from far away, but are often much messier up close.
