They never considered how the continual commercial strip-mining of the past
was disturbing the surface of the present.
The thin crust separating the past and present inevitably crumbled
under the relentless assault and the present collapsed through destabilized layers of past,
eventually coming to rest in the Middle ages.
Everything had been consumed back to that point.
A new dance craze swept the country, the St. Vitus:
twitching and screeching dancers finally falling to the ground
in orgasmic convulsions, rhythmic humping to the beat of deer-skin drums.