If Madonna died tomorrow all the children of Sagniaw would inflate balloons with helium and let them go. Knowledge is a screen that distorts memory. If a gang of young boys gathered on our front lawn they would chase the dump truck down the road. If dirt bikes were still street legal they would impale the heads of small birds on their handles. They would chew on roll after roll of Sweethearts during French class. Some of them would pass out packs of black candy and ask, Poulet, s’il-vous plait? In the film, the balloons were all red and the sky was draped in dark clouds.