A Recent Dream: Part Two
...Going further underground seems to do very little. We emerge in the hall of an extravagant skyscraper at the topmost floor. Plush red carpet leads to a set of double doors. On either side, warmly colored wall paper is etched with thin metallic piping in oriental designs. Exiting onto the balcony the young man I am with approaches a table near the rail. The view is breathtaking. I'm not sure if it has become night or if the sky is dark from the thousands of burning buildings. No sirens can be heard. I know this because I listen for them. There are no sirens, no cries for help, no cars, or trains. I hear the wind. Below us the gaseous blob expands across the city. In this tower, for the moment, we are beyond its grasp.