Atlas Shrugged

Horns honk intermittently while the sound of engines revving and brakes whining fills in every last gap of silence. There is no silence in the city. There is no silence in modern life. The smell of exhaust is overpowering, the sickly toxic bonding of carbon monoxide with my blood – the human body craves the poison hundreds of times more than it craves oxygen. My body is killing itself. Modern life is assisted suicide. My body is dying and... Read More