"....no longer trying to think or understand but to at least envision something, how things ought to be, but again he only saw mugs, mugs, mugs...money, bottles, piles of rags that used to be people, columns of numbers...He knew that it all had to be destroyed, and he longed to destroy it, but he could guess that if it were all gone, then there'd be nothing left- only flat, bare earth." -Roadside Picnic