Prologue: The Question
I did expect to spend a Tuesday afternoon asking myself whether the most basic biological drive in the human animal—the one responsible for every single person reading this sentence being alive—qualifies as a luxury. A luxury is supposed to be a private jet. A handbag made from the skin of an animal that went extinct last Tuesday. A bottle of water that...
The Ones Who Never Stopped
I. Executive Summary
You've seen us.
We stand near the back of the show, arms loosely crossed, long white hair catching the stage lights like we're still in a music video from 1987. Our leather jackets smell like bonfire smoke and the ghost of Drakkar Noir — a scent that has no business still working after all these decades, and yet here we are, still...
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