pass briefly overhead; we pause in our assignments to stare. These days we live
at the southernmost edge of the district beyond houses, beyond weary children,
beyond windows obscured by soot. The eye returns again and again to beauty
though ugliness also has its snares. To escape the airborne toxic event, we
drove sleek cars, habitually changing lanes, infrequently stopping to compare.
Weakness, essential to our nature, is our strongest trait. This work will soon
become another instrument of futility, another signpost of automation. The
sounds we make when laughing are often brutal. We have learned who not to touch
and when to pray. The taste on our tongues is remorse.