Mythmaking

“In smoke, a world has fallen.”

“The rabbit’s black marble of an eye looks at him.”

“Cat‑killer, pig‑faced hound, Arboreal Queen—Monroe.”

“Why does the room tilt so?”

“He delivers death to legions—whence, he does not know, and why never crosses his mind. The only questions are how and to whom.”

“Red, pixelated violence beamed from the screen and a MIDI soundtrack crackled out of a pair of speakers,”

“Brass and gold dominate as rich red vitreous enamel announces itself here and there as stars and flags.”

“The day is simple; it isn’t meant to be recollected.”

“This afternoon will culminate in an ecstasy of violence.”