My arms slow to a stop.  I feel feverish - hallucinogenic.  "Mom, there are these flowers in the desert-" but I can't continue.  Tomorrow, in another world, I will tell my mother about these flowers that grow in the Nevada desert, tricked into blooming by the false sun of nighttime nuclear explosions, in good faith reaching out for light, instead only pollinating the sterile sands, forfeiting the future of all flowers to follow.

Douglas Coupland, Shampoo Planet