WHAT IS ROLLING STONE?

"have you figured it out yet?" she asks. "that something
fishy's going on?" she looks out over the city. she pauses,
on the cusp of some great revelation, and hesitates.
then, in a new, false-bright tone, she says, "I love coming
up here, above everything. I can pretend it's not happening.
I feel so small."

"pretend what's not happening?" you ask.