How to love the world. Do we get an air purifier, and hermetically seal ourselves inside? How to love the world in a hermetically sealed apartment in the sky. I'll have to re-read the Thomas Pynchon story to see how it works out. Of course we're all trapped on this trajectory that was determined to be normal by the monster masters of progress, we can't step off the earth and sail to the moon for respite. We're porous, we're filters for the air of toxic progress normalized. We breathe the air of the future lost, of the animals who breathed and went extinct, we breathe the air of the lost world, until our last breath, the exhaled air we leave on.