Status Updates From White Noise

"- А де преса? - запитала вона.
- В Айрон-сіті немає преси.
- Тобто все, через що вони пройшли, марне?"

“There were little holes in the cuffs of his thermal undershirt. We were standing in the middle of the room. I waited for him to go on. It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”