We hadn't reached West Egg village before Gatsby began leaving his elegant sentences unfinished and slapping himself indecisively on the knee of his caramel-colored suit.
And I think of those months to make this journey out to Midway slapped in the middle of North Pacific Gyre, what's thought to be the biggest garbage patch in the world's oceans in the moment.
(Laughter) No matter how many VR goggles they slap on their faces and whatever fantasy world they go into, they can't externalize the slavery and pollution that was caused through the manufacture of the very device.