Pasolini wrote a famous essay in 1975, “The Disappearance of the Fireflies,” which, at that time, was already starting to become very noticeable. Of course, the essay was really about capitalism.
Personally, outside my childhood in the countryside, I noticed fireflies in the outskirts of a largish city some 20 years ago, then nothing for a very long time, and then I saw a few when I lived for a brief period of time in a really remote place, like an hour from the nearest highway. No trains anywhere near, too.

Off-topic, but if you don’t know Pasolini, I urge you to read his last interview which seems particularly gloomy as it appears to foreshadow his own death just a few hours after.
One memorable quote:

I listen to the politicians – all the politicians – with all their little presumptions and I turn into a mad man as they prove they do not know which country they are talking about, they are as far away as the moon. And together with them there are the men of letters, the sociologists and the experts in any kind of field.

Isn’t that the plot of “Predestination”? If I understood it correctly.

Because of car radio? Vertical integration, you know.

Certain antidepressants will make you balloon.
And, of course, you will feel a lot better.

“Hey, my eyes are up here!”

W.T.F.

♪ Get off
Twenty-three positions in a one-night stand
Get off
I’ll only call you after if you say I can ♪

The right hand of V-3’s Jim Shepard was pulled into a wood planer machine, resulting in significant damage to two fingers and minor injuries to others. After being rushed to the hospital, a plastic surgeon performed multiple surgeries, including two flesh grafts and a bone graft. The recovery process was challenging, involving his hand being temporarily attached to his groin to facilitate healing. Once they cut it loose again, he resumed playing guitar with the hand still completely bandaged and released one of V-3’s finest records, “Negotiate Nothing”, later that same year.

Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize you. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You chopped your wife and daughters up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out.

BTW, I just now realized that Shelley Duval died last year. Such a great actress.