Pulling a tuft of grass, weighing it in her hand, she tried. to think about things that made her happy. All those things the trees, the sky, human communication and trust, genuine health, diversity and creativity of thought-seemed to be the very things people around her were sweating and slaving to subdue. Why? Why did she have to live in a civilization that conspired to destroy the elements that made people's lives worth living?

— Circular Motion by Alex Foster (Page 246)