Neighborhoods like these are networks of impulses, Rey said, human, electrical, biological, like the forest: in the summer, inexplocable carnivals of flesh; in the winters, blankets in the windows and darkened homes. It was winter that day. "They use candles," Rey said. "Like in the mountains."
If Norma had known the future, she might have said, "Like we all will, when the war comes to the city," but she couldn't know, so she didn't.
Lost City Radio, Daniel Alarcon