The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten.
Love perhaps includes the promise that when the mob comes for you I'll go against the mob.
It is dangerous to live in a secure world.
Each neighborhood of the city appeared to be made of a different substance, each seemed to have a different air pressure, a different psychic weight: the bright lights and shuttered shops, the housing projects and luxury hotels, the fire escapes and city parks.
A MOB is not, as is so often said, mindless. A MOB is single-minded.
There is an expectation that we can talk about sins but no one must be identified as a sinner.