"This world, the machines, the chimneys, the heaps of slag, the hearths, the furnaces, the towers, the concrete buildings, the smell of molten metal, this world could not be escaped. She was part of it, and whether she liked it or not she had to remain with it. She could not go back."
Dick, Philip K.. Gather Yourselves Together (p. 260). Mariner Books Classics. Kindle Edition.
— May 25, 2026 09:38PM
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