Book: Glamorama. Page 3
...but then an explosion occurs.
A flash of light, a loud sound, and "BMW" posts to shreds.
The scope of destruction first, it is not very clear, but he has no special value. The essence in the bomb, where it was laid and powered. It is never Brigid, turned into a bloody pulp, and not in a shock wave puted secretly in the air thirty students, to be near from the car ten feet in the air and not in five students killed on the spot and two pierced in the chest by shrapnel, which flew across the yard, and not in the rear half of the machine, which tears off in flight passerby's hand, and not three students, who knocked the eye. The point is not severed legs, not punched turtles, and not the people who will die from blood loss within the next few minutes. Turned the asphalt, the blackened trees, benches, splashed slightly burnt blood, - all this is not so important. The essence is in the will to carry out the destruction, and not the consequences, because the consequences - it's just scenery.
But then Pulp gives way to some ominous-sounding Oasis song, and I suddenly notice that all the people around somehow Nike shod in sneakers, and they move as if someone programmed them like robots, and now coordinates their movements, and in their hands they open the umbrellas because the sky above Notting hill - dank gray sky Dior - ready to break out the rain (at least so they said).
- Didn't you read the script to the end? - he asks. I don't know what you should happen?
Our ship surrounded by a vast gray-blue plain to see almost everything, only a couple of times a day far away on the horizon there is a thin white strip, but it's very far away that did not immediately understand, the land or the continuation of the sky. Hard to believe that under the flat, lead grey dome, or in the depths of a vast and indifferent ocean may exist life in this hell pitch can warm someone breathing - because any movement in the depths of the waters so insignificant, so negligible, so casually in comparison to the greatness of the ocean; in the sky the same - not the slightest sign of the sun, and the air seems translucent and disposable, like a paper handkerchief, though he still, in a sense, filled with light, and the wind blowing against us, flying in zero gravity, it's not abate and it does not abate, and the ship remains a trail of blue, like water in a Jacuzzi, but in a few minutes, as this trail again dissolved into a dull grey water expanse. One day, the sky appears quite normal-looking rainbow, but you don't even notice it, absorbed in thoughts about a huge amount of money, which earned Kiss this summer during their unification tour, or a whale suddenly swam from the starboard side, waving at the same boastful tail. When all around look at you while you're busy thinking about something extraneous, it is easier to believe that you're safe. But on all sides you are surrounded by the bleak vastness, and not to fall under its influence for as long as five days is almost impossible.
We will skim the surface of things...
- Petty ugliness of our existence seem so insignificant in the face of all these beauties of nature, ' I said.
- Oh, honey, look! You behind a Bush in the shape of Elton John! answered Chloe.
All the guys are so similar to each other that it becomes harder and harder to distinguish who is who.
- The better you look, the more you see.
- The main Super Mario is lifelikeness.
"Go on," says Alison, examining her nails. - Oh, my God, why am I listening to?
Or you kill or you.
- And, that's it.
- Time to spare.
- Who would doubt.
And in the end, baby, you're... still... all alone.
Reality is also a hallucination.
