F-in brilliant, in a poetic sort of way.

I did not know what a development was. [...] Now I fully understand the term. It means this:

Every single house one of three derivations from the same model. Accessible only by passing through a gate, but still no community. No one knows one another. More to the point -- and this is the key to development -- it is everywhere. And it never, ever stops. One travels the roads here, and every week a new piece of forest is destroyed and a new Development is being erected.

It’s the Geography of Nowhere, in Kunstler’s too-apt term. This is Nowhere. I have never been here. No one is here. There are no people. There is no life here. The people here are the Nothing Men, the Men of Nowhere.

It is Nowhere, and it is everywhere.

Virginia is beautiful. You see remnants of it everywhere. It’s more than beautiful. It’s abundant. It’s fecund. A community of real humans could survive here in peace and plenty until the end of time.

The inhabitants recognize this. They know it’s pretty. So every here-and-there they build Ooh Look! nature preserves. It’s not a viable habitat for any real population. If you suggested living on this land; subsisting here, making your living here, in dynamic interaction with the myriad forms of life who dwell here, the Nothing Man will laugh and laugh and laugh.

You would be suggesting a relationship. The Nothing Men do not have relationships. They cannot.

It’s simple mathematics.

Bonus points for the following bit of demented crash imagery:

Maybe I really am a sick fuck, but the thought of the Nothing Men reduced to eating each other, of Steve Ballmer turning over a spit for the nourishment of his former employees or customers, makes me laugh for the first time in days.