Cirrus@Austlit

'We have been trapped in Mexico City for a week. The convenience store I'm in is taking delivery of an unbelievable amount of condoms, a whole crate being dropped right in the middle of the store, boxes of condoms spilling out and onto the floor. Even this early in the morning it's unimaginably hot outside and I'm trying to buy a Pepsi. The convenience store owner is preoccupied with taking the delivery and will not serve me. He says that the condoms will make him rich when the apocalypse comes, very soon now, because in those final months everyone will just want to fuck each other all day. He says it will be nice to feel what it's like to be a rich man, before he has his torso eaten by Quetzalcoatl. I can't see that he's wrong, but I'm still tremendously hot and would really like the Pepsi to drink...'  (Publication abstract)