House of Grindlebone Uncertainty haunts my everything

“A tour of the Fortress of Solitude, sex with Wonder Woman, the cult of the supervillain, life after death, the superprodigy at play with day-glo aliens; these are the things of comics. But instead of inventing bad superhumans to tear it all down, Gaiman luxuriates in his utopia even while his characters fail at it. The question asked here is: why is it so hard? Why doesn’t humanity dream of better? Everyone’s imagined themselves in the zombie apocalypse, constructing a fortress and surviving. Why don’t we imagine ourselves in a perfect, golden future instead? The end of the volume, the end of Carnival, is laid out in the first lines of the final chapter. A big party, with balloons. The balloons announce the arrival of anti-gravity. Imagine that. A three-day party ends with the news that everyone can fly now. Just imagine it, then wonder why you don’t more often.”