Tom, as he always did, blessed the foresight that had put them there. Each one of his children had been allotted his or her weekly hour on the grass and a chance to play near the tree. There was even a zoo on each level, not the kind of elaborate one they had in Washington and London and Moscow, of course, but at least it had a cat and a dog and a really large tank of goldfish. When you came down to it, luxuries like that almost made up for the crowds and the noise and tiny rooms and feeling that there was never quite enough air to breathe.
So much well-executed claustrophobia down to the way society promotes introversion over extroversion. A life without wild edges. 👎 Nope 👎 Let’s not go there.
So much well-executed claustrophobia down to the way society promotes introversion over extroversion. A life without wild edges. 👎 Nope 👎 Let’s not go there.