“The sprawl blossoms like a flower. Speed is the only prayer I know, and I’ve never, ever, felt more awake..”
“Now uhh and I’ve said this before, the ground is uhh is coming up… at a certain rate so we’re gonna, and this is important, uhh we’re gonna go ahead and uhh pull up.
Why should men (or w*men) do any of those things, which aren’t necessarily intrinsically pleasant? In the past she speaks of they did many such because they believed in gods. The world since 1800-1900 has romantic love as last remaining aspiration. Without it nothing remains