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"All these dead cities host us like radio broadcasts. Signals, bouncing around in the concrete souks, trading with each other, with a fading junkie's desperation, for a moment of belonging, before fading into the background hiss of the universe again. We built the wheels and levers of these machines but now they hang free. There's no-one left at the controls." - William S Burroughs.