[ the traffic is unusually slow for new york -- a small detail he easily attributes to the fact that they're in the high-end part of town, driving through valet parking lots and concrete streets paved to make the trip easy for those who can afford it.
in this much, he thinks, he can find some truth to christopher's earlier chagrin. ]
A human-made being in a human-made object in a natural space.
[ he repeats, lazy and yet with care accenting every syllable. he keeps his eyes on the road, shifts only with the stray rubble they grind beneath their wheels -- and smiles a little wider when they turn the corner and meet the worst of it, the thick of new york traffic in all its angry honking glory. ]
no subject
in this much, he thinks, he can find some truth to christopher's earlier chagrin. ]
A human-made being in a human-made object in a natural space.
[ he repeats, lazy and yet with care accenting every syllable. he keeps his eyes on the road, shifts only with the stray rubble they grind beneath their wheels -- and smiles a little wider when they turn the corner and meet the worst of it, the thick of new york traffic in all its angry honking glory. ]
It'd be desecration, don't you think?