Wednesday, March 4, 2020

the last book I ever read (Station Eleven: A Novel by Emily St. John Mandel, excerpt eight)

from Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel:

Toronto was falling silent. Every morning the quiet was deeper, the perpetual hum of the city fading away. Jeevan mentioned this to Frank, who said, “Everyone’s running out of gas.” The thing was, Jeevan realized, looking at the stopped cars on the highway, even the people who hadn’t run out of gas couldn’t go anywhere now. All the roads would be blocked by abandoned cars.

Frank never stopped working. The philanthropist’s memoir was almost complete.

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