Richard Powers on hope
Two weeks ago, I saw Richard Powers. The morning after his talk, I boarded an Amtrak, headed to New York. Outside, factories belched and fumed, and behind them a roller coaster made its obscene loops against a gray sky. All around me, industry. Allegheny Petroleum. Perfect Industrial Cleaning. A 20-oz plastic Coke bottle floating in a river. Pennsylvani…
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