when everything glimmers a plastic-induced sheen and stores manufacture smells of newness, and belief, and blinded status quo, enough that it makes your eyes tighten; when everyone struggles to assert the efficacy of clean carpets and space between houses, what, then, fuels the the drive to live? fresh, dewy grass, a shield of clouds against the sun, or just high-octane gasoline?
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