"Moscow did not know what to attach herself to, whom to go and see, in order to live happily and normally. There was no joy for her in houses, she found no peace in the warmth of stoves or the light of table-lamps. She loved the fire that came from logs in stoves, and she loved electricity, but she loved them as though she herself was not a human being but that very same fire or electricity, the excitation of a force that brings about peace and happiness on earth."
From the novel Happy Moscow
Andrei Platonov
