If salmon can defy the constraints of gravity, even cumulonimbus clouds would turn into cold storage. Snow begins to fall in the city, not descending from the sky, but rising from the ground. Crosswalks perform Brownian motion, yet somehow always find their way back. Surveillance cameras no longer capture violations but turn their gaze toward space. A gentle breeze commits suicide in Macondo, solidifying into transparent walls. Buses crawl along glass curtains, their tires crushing the corpses of traffic lights, leaving behind halos carried off by stray cats.