Space twists and rolls itself, hoping to exit through some empty point somewhere (the dark point where the world axle turns). As a result, all space (and time too!) begins to take on a hyperbolic aspect, with things near seeming too near now (now is too much Now), and far away things much too far away (can't remember yesterday? There's a reason).     They said "Little bomb, it is July 16, 1945. Now that you're gone, they'll make you a marker, and the bees will come to live here, and the flying saucers.