Notes
‘I felt rotten. Dead butterfly floating on the surface of the pool. Audible machine hum. Drowned crickets and beetles swirling in the plastic filter baskets. Above, the setting sun flared gaudy and inhuman, blood-red shelves of cloud that suggested end-times footage of catastrophe and ruin; detonations on Pacific atolls, wildlife running before sheets of flame.’
a mix for theo's time in vegas
1 comment on vegas
breezyfreezy April 19, 2015
this playlist fits the tone of the book so perfectly, it makes reading it a million times better! :)
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