The road leading up to the isolated vacation home of the brooding bomb, seen from its point of view, up there on the widow's walk, where it climbs everyday to scan the empty ocean for approaching passenger ships (there's one, turn on the crash detector, Keep Away From My Shores!... thinks the bomb, which actually doesn't see a ship, it is just rehearsing what it would do if it saw one).     I lived in a mad tower above Trinity Site. The day of my death, the other dead came to visit me.