A large sinkhole has swallowed up an intersection in Brooklyn’s Sunset Park neighbourhood, on 5th Ave and 64th St. No injuries have been reported. The Reckoning approaches.
The concrete shroud partitioning the dank gurgle of the Underworld has been pierced; the Devil has come to claim Brooklyn.
Finally, ornery Ba’alZəbûb has begun opening portals into the borough, beckoned by the gleeful immorality of $US21 cold-pressed arugula, lime, and tumeric juice peddled in its more gentrified pockets, incensed by Brooklyn’s already-swampy weather and its proliferation of rats poised for subjugation at the spiky heels of Lucifer.
Mammon laughs as the street corners undulate into crumpled nothingness; the mind is its own place, and can make a heaven of hell and a hell of Brooklyn; things fall apart, the center cannot hold; there is no Dana, only Zuul.
The intersection is closed from traffic.