When worlds collide, the ciel empties, and rocks voler , up, some towards the soleil , others in the other direction... a nuage of debris, and the end of all coherent radio and télévision traffic from that particular point of origin... no more football or soccer or haircut commercials or (in other countries) sumo singing contests, underwater train adventures, etc.
Elles me montraient comment mouraient les armes, chaque jour.