before, and after

Imagine sitting in a field, peaceful. Serene and full. Wanting for nothing. 

Now imagine a siren, loud, piercing and absolute.  

Now imagine your memory of this moment. Notice the fractal distortion and the fragmentation. The distinct before and after. Notice the silos. The suffocating peace and the distinct horror in the inability to control the extreme polarities. 

The alarm is all there is. The siren colors it all red.