The world burned. 

Like Christ overturning the moneychangers' tables, they were righteous in their anger. 

We were no longer able to rely on our senses to define reality.

Sometimes she thought the world was just a soul-crushing machine. 

"Beware vegans and teetotalers," the old man told me as we sat at the bar together eating pork rinds. 

Making her laugh was his greatest thrill.

He survived war only to die for a draft dodger's poll numbers.