Of course the people in the metro didn't see a thing!...what a joke! Petrified rat lets! But they'll still come out to refute me! Make claims!...that nothing got bombed!...squished! Powdered! That the firmament was calm, and me, I imagined the whole thing! Chrysanthemums, sprays, roses! Why, there's no more any such thing as sky-hooking shrapnel than there is anal ice cream! It's all in my mind! Hallucinations and bullshit! What a crook! But I repeat and reassert! Shrapnel and fiery lace stretched from one end of the horizon to the other! With lots of glow-worms mixed in...and dancing purple fireflies...

Normance