Halfway through I found myself wondering how they had lightbulbs in the underbelly of the world. I don't know how oil lamps work; does anyone anymore? How are we meant to survive with our silly little pieces of paper and our grand sense of superiority but not the slightest idea of how to tend light and warmth and kindness? Every time I watch the news I feel as though the apocalypse is at our doorstep, knocking, knocking, knocking, and we can hear her clear as day but refuse to let her in. Soon, she will get fed up, and open the door herself.
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