'They'll still be here when we're gone,' he said. When the curtains closed against the backdrop, an enormous bolder blocking their future had rolled away. She said, 'Did you know that the total weight of all the ants on Earth is the same as the total weight of all the humans on Earth.' She, who drank to excess, was a little bit drunk, it was true, there was so much relief in the evening. She thought of all the life just underfoot, the teem of it that they were passing over, unknowing. It was so late, there were few other people out, and it felt, just for this moment, that they had the city to themselves. 'Chthonic', he said, booze letting loose the pretension at his core, which she still found sweet, an allowance from the glory.
And so Mathilde and Lotto decided to walk home, her arm in his, chatting about nothing, about everything, the unpleasant, hot breath of the subway belching up from the grates. “The glow lasted through the night, beyond the bar's closing, when there were no cabs on the street.
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