Genre is now a contested space. That can give it an interesting internal tension. You can write it from the inside outwards, away from the genre; or from an outside inwards, towards it. & you can vary the distance involved, you can vary the height of your orbit. Wobble or speed across the division zone. Burn up in someone else’s sky or hardly even touch their atmosphere. All these approaches–& departures—are possible, & they each have their advantages, although the advantage they share is the nuance, the shade of meaning; the fading ionisation, the just-this-side-of-inexplicable trail of evidence that something was here. Which fits so comfortably with our own faint fading & ghosted traces, I always think.