so you die. in medias res (every story starts in the middle) when you awake from unsettling dreams to find yourself transformed in your bed into this cityβ subway tunnels bursting with the hello(hello((hello(((hello))) of small children and ***** words spraypainted by ***** minds onto ***** boxcars sitting like greyhounds retired from racing and awaiting the slaughterβit will all be beautiful later.
and when blinding light races toward you (every story ends in the middle)