He remembered it all so clearly now, how the sun had suddenly seemed intolerably danzzling on the brass, his bloody grin too red and too wide, a scream turned upside-down. He remembered how the flesh of his testicles had begun to crawl, how his bowels had suddenly felt all loose and hot, as if he might suddenly drop a casual load of shit into his pants. Burn the life, take my hands. I don´t know where you go. Stay with me. Uh… All of my Papi… All of my Papi… All of my papi… Oh, I love my Papi…. Thrown? No. Fired like a living bullet, like the Human Cannonball. Only in my mind my body´s still standing right here. Eye to eye with it, be brave, it´s only a mind-trick, be brave, be true, stand. (Thrusts). Black and dripping tunnel lined with crumbling tiles that were fifty years old, a hundred, a thousand (a million-billion) rushing in deadly past intersections, some human, some not, speeding like a rocket-powered dark in a wind-tunnel, now angling upward, but not toward light but toward dark, some titanic dark. His fists, his fists, his fists. Not toward light but toward dark, some titanic dark. His fists, his fists, his fists…-(The letter is illegible)-… Stop it, stop it! I demand, I command, that you stop it, stop it! Don´t you like that, Do you? Thinking If I could only say it out loud, say without shuffering. I could break this illusion… And the children escaped from the monster. When they arrived at home, mum was waiting with cookies… Yes, shit cookies.