godspeed you black emperor! / f# a# [infinity] by Jarrod Hood Kranky I'm not sure what happened. I showed up for work around nine as usual and went about my business -- setting up, counting the till, stocking. I ordered dinner and went back to the basement to wait for it. There were a lot of people milling around, and on the stage, spilling over into the floor, was a small city of amps, stands, guitars, violins, and things I vaguely recognized as musical instruments. Inhabited by roughly 10 people, this Metropolis shifted and bled into form, annexing a significant portion of the floor in front of the stage. The doors opened slightly after the city ceased its restless movement, and I served as I was chosen to serve. My dinner hadn't come yet. As the lights dimmed, movement in the city swam back, and it began to produce sound. I served. I made change. I wondered about my dinner. Motion above the city, on the wall, caught my attention. From somewhere behind the growing crowd assembled just beyond the city limits, someone had begun to project images. The city droned, it began a s