There is an expressway beyond the backyard now, well below us, and at night as we settle into our brass bed the sparse traffic washes past, a remote and steady murmur around our sleep, as of dead souls babbling at the edge of a dream.
Don DeLillo, White Noise, Location 25
Response
In his quote, Don DeLillo was talking about how, back in the day, people mingled together and how they made culture was different than it is now in the wake of the cyber world.
Expressway traffic at night sounds like dead souls murmuring near a dream.
In his quote, Don DeLillo was talking about how, back in the day, people mingled together and how they made culture was different than it is now in the wake of the cyber world.
Size gives tousled hair; petite height makes it too cute and contrived.
Ample women do not plan conspiracies of the body.
Death is simply documents changing hands.