![]() No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more fire departments, no more police. In summer the ones near orchards were filled with trays of fruit that dehydrated in the heat. In the cold months, they were ideal for food storage. They stood dormant on runways and in hangars. No more airplanes, no more requests to put your tray table in its upright and locked position – but no, this wasn't true, there were still airplanes here and there. No more towns glimpsed from the sky through airplane windows, points of glimmering light no more looking down from thirty thousand feet and imagining the lives lit up by those lights at that moment. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one's hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite. No more concert stages lit by candy-colored halogens, no more electronica, punk, electric guitars. No more screens shining in the half-light as people raise their phones above the crowd to take pictures of concert states. Aviation gas lasts longer, but it was difficult to come by. No more films, except rarely, except with a generator drowning out half the dialogue, and only then for the first little while until the fuel for the generators ran out, because automobile gas goes stale after two or three years. ![]() No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. ![]() ![]() No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. ![]()
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