Gleanings (Arc of a Scythe)

by Neal Shusterman

Even so, vestiges of the old American government still remained. Politicians who saw themselves as the last bastions of a better time. Better, perhaps for them, but, just like all other pre-Thunderhead governments, not at all better for anyone else.

“Screens emit light. Paint reflects it. It’s different.”

“Art is never finished, merely abandoned,”