Reality, heaven

From recent books:

For Gabriel Syme had found in that sun-splashed wood what many modern painters had found there. He had found the thing which the modern people call Impressionism, which is another name for that final scepticism which can find no floor to the universe.The Man Who Was Thursday, G.K. Chesterton (Chesterton, a recommendation from Borges is a real find.)

Shrimp In Stuyvesant Square (2021)

Heaven would be …

Okay, well there’s grass in heaven, because I can see myself standing in grass but it isn’t the country, not with cows and such. And it can’t be a park, because the grass in parks is either sickly or you can’t walk on it. It’s beside a highway. A highway in Texas! Let’s say in nineteen fifty three. It’s a clear, clear day in nineteen fifty three, and I can see the highway stretching on and on past the horizon.

Endlessly.

(…)

Well our motorcycle is going fast, it’s going terribly fast, and there are cars and gigantic trucks going almost as fast as we are. Toward the horizon. We weave in and out, in and out. Faster we go, and faster and faster.

334, Thomas M. Disch(A strange set of interrelated short stories set in the near future.)