FRAGMENTED THOUGHT .7


. . .strange that tonight things seem so ordinary, sedate even, city gradually towering up around the car functioning inconspicuously in every possible direction, lights quavering and comet-tailing through glass, traffic kneeling toward suburban Meccas for nightly al’isha prayer, people moving toward programmed destinations, young to bars, old to restaurants, homeless to tent tracts, metropolis like a vast warehouse of whirring mainframes. Such nervous dissonance to know that, within it all, impossible outrage is mounting. . .

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