automne.

Fire coming out of a monkey's head.
Leído muy apropiadamente por Dennis Hopper.
Musicalizado por Gorillaz.


Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as "Happy Folk" lived. Their very existance a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by grey clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent at the let-need-be of excess of violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called "Monkey" was enough. And one day, strange folk arrived in the town, they came in camoflague, hidden behind dark glasses, and noone noticed them. They only saw shadows. You see, without the treat to the eyes, the happy folk were blind.
In time, the strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity. By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The strange folk, they covoted the jewels in this cave above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain. Its riches seen fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures, digging away at their souls. Every day people would wake, stare at the mountain, "Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?" And as the strange folk climbed deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monkey. For the first time, the happy folk felt fearful for they knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep, to making the sound.
Distant first, it grew under castrophonies so immense that it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams, there was no tide, the mountain called monkey had spoken; there was only fire.
And then,

Nothing.