I saw the outline of the Americas from space. North America was belching out strands of fat pearls, diamonds, gold and silver coins, swimming pools, cars, high-end watches, like the whole landmass was a slot machine with thousands of volcano-size receptacles. The coastline was rimmed with mounted machine guns, thousands of them, pointing outward. South America was made of mud, and I could see all layers of Earth, and the bones and skulls in it. The raised line of the Andes was not mountains, but enormous fountains of blood.