what it's like to think about the collision event

The only part of that series of moments I can recall with any clarity is the yellow explosion above us and the debris that just kept falling. That’s the part I can still remember well. I will put it more accurately: everything that happened before the collision event and everything that happened after it is obscured by the operations of memory. But the crash, the machines merging and shedding, the eruptions of shiny fire are endlessly replayed inside of my eyes.