Andy Warhol Sunset

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While they had been speaking, the window had been open beside them. The lights were glowing in the factory, the work was going on; machines were turning, chemicals were combining, people were producing goods and earning their livings. That was the world where Will belonged.
"Well, I'll show you what to do," he said.
So he taught the angel openings the knife made. The other ones must have been there for thousands of years, and still Dust exists."
The angel said, "We shall close them all, because if you thought that any still remained, you would spend your for one, and that would be a waste of the time you have. You have other work than that to do, much more important and valuable, in your own world. There will be no travel outside it anymore."
“What work have I got to do, then?" said Will, hut went on at how to feel for the edges of the window, just as Giacomo Paradisi had shown him, sensing them at his fingers' ends and pinching them together. Little by little the window closed, and the factory disappeared."The openings that weren't made by the subtle knife," Will said, "is it really necessary to close them all? Because surely Dust only escapes through the