“The little car was soon free of the city, for the smear of suburbia that had once lain along the western highways for miles was gone. During the Plague Years of the eighties, when in some areas not one person in twenty remained alive, the suburbs were not a good place to be. Miles from the supermart, no gas for the car, and all the split-level ranch homes around you full of the dead. No help, no food. Packs of huge status-symbol dogs—Afghans, Alsatians, Great Danes—running wild across the lawns ragged with burdock and plantain. Picture window cracked. Who’ll come and mend the broken glass? People had huddled back into the old core of the city; and once the suburbs had been looted, they burned. Like Moscow in 1812, acts of God or vandalism: they were no longer wanted, and they burned. Fireweed, from which bees make the finest honey of all, grew acre after acre over the sites of Kensington Homes West, Sylvan Oak Manor Estates, and Valley Vista Park.”
Quote by Ursula K. Le Guin
Book:The Lathe Of Heaven
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The Lathe Of Heaven
In this thought-provoking science fiction novel, a gifted psychologist is able to alter the dreams of his patients, thereby changing their waking lives. His experiments lead to profound questions about the nature of reality, the power of human will, and the potential consequences of tampering with the fabric of existence. more
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