“Bingo,” she said.
“”Ohhh,” I said.
And then, after a long time, my mom said, “Good night.”
My mom said, “Good night.”
And because my mom didn’t say anything for a long time, I said, “Good night.”
And then i said , “Good night.” —Stefan Merrill Block, The Story of Forgetting
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light - a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut’s eyes.
In about one and a half centuries - after the lovers who made the glow will have long since been laid permanently on their backs - metropolies will be seen form space. They will glow all year. Smaller cities will also be seen, but with greater difficulty. Shtetls will be virtually impossible to spot. Individual couples, invisible.” —Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated