Unbending he swept aside the many crinkled shards that curled around the corners of his ears while the sunlight straightened and stretched its flagrant pins upon heads bowed and restlessly repeating echoes of events long dead. Seconds shredded into a million silver silent slits among the corners of the street’s dead ends and bricks of buildings. Flower bursts of light collapsing into a thousands questions beat upon his side cocked head and straight into his ear drum’s center. And yet the minutes blurred, the answers faded before clearing into cognition. He paused and pondered if it was the hope of answers holding him or if in a pure moment of clarity he would dissipate leaving only a faint exclamation mark where his bent body once stood.