This is a PCC streetcar built in the mid 1940s.

It still operates in regular, revenue service on the Mattapan-Ashmont Line of the T in Boston,
which means it has had a service life of about 80 years.

For a transit vehicle, this is almost unheard of.
It seems equivalent to achieving divinity.

Don’t you want to provide reliable service beyond anybody’s wildest expectations?
Would this not indicate a full mastery of self, an inner perfection?

Well, no, sweetheart.

What it indicates is that you have a maintenance staff
who work very hard, and very cleverly, to keep you going.

If you manage to achieve something like this,
it speaks to the infrastructure of care that holds you,
much more than to your own "inner perfection".

You are only flesh and blood,

And you claim to take pride in this.

You growl and snap
at the animal bodies of humans
going unconsidered and un-cared for.
(Your own animal body is of no consequence, of course,
barely worth mentioning.)

You crave the divinity of the machine,

but you understand this divinity not at all.



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