Fires burned at Tierra del Fuego. "Don't let them go out." They threw everything onto the fires: leaves, grass, sponge mattresses, yesterday's newspapers. The newspapers burned beautifully. The photographs seemed to move as they curled and flexed in the blaze. More and more newspapers went onto the fires. They ran out of yesterday's news and used last week's news as well, then the month before's. There was no news left except today's news. People had trouble remembering anything that had happened earlier than breakfast. Finally they burnt today's news as well, at first waiting until the owner of the newspaper had finished reading, then growing impatient and ripping it out of their hands before they could get past the first headline.
"Fear Sta --"
But the headline was gone.
No one knew what was happening anywhere. All they knew were fires.
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