"It's true what they say. Different people, different fates."
"There's no light out there. Aren't they afraid of crashing while drag racing?"
"Rich people don't lack generators. They must have streetlights on the road. Listen closely, the sounds of engines and horns are getting louder."
"It's got nothing to do with us anyway. Who cares if they live or die?"
There were still several tons of corn cobs in the warehouse waiting to be threshed, wood in the woodshed that needed to be chopped, and several barrels of fish in the kitchen waiting to be cured. Everyone had endless chores, so who had the spare energy to be curious about other people's lives?
