and therefore, it was left to me to stand on that bridge and watch the whole city burn while those around me pontificated with plastic dolls with hairless legs left holding rotten eggs. my moribund companions, left to their seldom given volition's commented on the springy pink hair that had grown along the streets. it was nonsense, really. all of it come and gone like the ash that floats across the world and yet still reigns havoc and burns the shit out of your eye.