I hate watching the news.

The world is beautiful--or at least every bit I've been to so far--this country!, passing every empty store lit by lamplight late at night with mosquitoes and moths and frenzied flies, every empty window beaming white into the black world all around, onto the below sordid bit of sidewalk and street every empty evening!, and the rainclouds that rain and ruin our beach sunsets and sun that shines through glass in the silent afternoons alone on the stationary stores, and the sharp-angled shade corners to which you flee, and the smells of openair streets of sewage and cigarettes and gasoline,

--this world is a good and beautiful place--don't let anybody tell you otherwise!

Sweet naivete! The tube is your demise!