We see ourselves as at the end of history, and a few of us even write books about it. But we're not; we're right in the middle of it. And cataclysm doesn't happen overnight.
pittsburgh, o spidered—like / mars!—with canals, running / carb'nated milks of the moon—
"Many wish to purchase peace," the Clockwork Boss said. "And too many would like to keep it."