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“She drives back into the city where the houses look onto the sea, watching each passing car, seeking past the liquid-seeming glass for the faces within. These are the nameless who have brought the present into being, yet what she sees are faces the same as her own, faces that pass by as ever in this city as it breathes the ceaseless exhalations of night into day.”

This feels far too current.