The anthropocene? It's like a splendid bull in a china shop who says, "I worked hard to get where I am today".
Deciding to write a novel is like visiting an obscure, half-forgotten and slowly-evaporating planet entirely comprised of swimming pools and deciding that what is needed is... yes, another swimming pool! But, for obscure reasons, a swimming pool that must be built single-handedly from scratch and then filled using only a syringe.
"How many Zen Masters does it take to change a light bulb?" "None; the Universe changes the bulb, and the Zen Master stays the hell out of the way!"
In the old days, when an agent did something that embarrassing he'd have the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.