...film and calculus, both pornographies of flight.

“In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the bea…”

“Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gu…”

“ ... as long as American life was something to be escaped from, the cartel woul…”

“You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusio…”