The merry path to the place where time becomes abstract and the flies consume the pigs.

As she walked down the gravel path to the shore of the basketball court, the bulkhead of the omnibus loomed over head, in the sky, peering through the clouds. It looked like a black smiling god, head in hands, amused by the mechanic intricacy of the lives below. 

She hiked up her skirt to step over the radiation markers and she walked toward Bart monster who was sitting at the far end of the court. 

The copper smell of death hung in the air, and the silence had an oppressive humidity. Bart monster was playing a game on his view screen while he waited for the butcher crew to pick up the weekly pig shipment. 

"Isn't it beautiful? Everything is coming together now. Interlocking in a fractal. Perspectives pieced together like a bugs eye. The multitude of it moves my heart."

He looked up at her, not knowing what to say.