“Old and rusty, aching and sleepy. Wandering through the city, lost, circling, alone. No gears left in my heart, no code whirring in my brain. Just kinetic energy, being pushed gently onward by other forces – sound, light, dust waves, the quakes. I’m as lost as ever, friends. Can you tell?”

“Old and rusty, aching and sleepy. Wandering through the city, lost, circling, alone. No gears left in my heart, no code whirring in my brain. Just kinetic energy, being pushed gently onward by other forces – sound, light, dust waves, the quakes. I’m as lost as ever, friends. Can you tell?”

— Alice Oseman