The sight Edward saw, a shimmering endless New York, shaped of lipsticks, artillerary shells, wedding cakes and folded shirt cardboards: a city built of iron, papier-mache and playing cards: an ugly/beautiful world surfaced with carbon and icicles and bougainvilleau vines. Its boulevards were patternless, helter skelter and cuckoo. Everywhere there were booby-traps, Triffeds and blackholes.
And yet in spite of the city’s madness Edward noticed that its inhabitants moved about with ease, unconcerned that around any corner there might lurk a clown tossed marshmallow cream pie, a Brigada Rosa kneecapping or a kiss from the lovely film star Sophia Loren. And directions were impossible. When he asked an inhabitant where he could buy a map, the inhabitant looked at Edward as though he were mad, then ran away screaming.
Douglas Copland, Generation X