There is a vast difference between innocence and stupidity. - Esther Friesner

The wind had blown since before time had a name and it would blow until time lost all meaning. It blew the dwindling sands of the desert across the encroaching greenness of the fields and forests, past the teeming cities with their needle spires, silver in the glaring sun. It sang a dirge for all the waste that once stretched past the edge of imagination, and it moaned a lament for all who wandered, lost and outcast and alone.

It was an edifice that combined high tech and low taste to an astonishing degree.

When the majority is crazy, the sane ones are kept in asylums. She knew that well; she’d majored in World History.