Ronaldo at Madrid

As I write these words, huge chunks of stone from the coliseum roof are crashing down all around me; tall pillars are buckling into each other like dominoes; the ground is shaking; in the distance, through what seems to be several discrete layers of smoke of varying thickness and opacity (within which, at different depths, the silhouettes of the bewildered survivors stagger), an eerie orange glow emanates from what must be the spot where the meteor hit whether because the collision started a fire or because of some radioactive property of the rock itself, I'm at a loss to say.

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