These are your times of dry desert and lonely mountaintop. These are the times when you see the fundament of the city, and know that the fundament of the city is expanding wilderness and empty plains. There is snow-covered prairie here, there is snow-covered desert here, there are snow-capped peaks here - this is the lonely wasteland, the place that sits in the heart of every one of the inhabitants of the city. This is why you sit and weep and take pills for your melancholy - you are the terrible things, the terrible creatures, and every one of you is a dangerous man, a dangerous woman, a dangerous child. You are terrified, and made of your terror, and angry in your terror, until you finally say, "I cannot move," and fall down.