
This was a scene written into the background of a Don Delillo or David Foster Wallace novel, a quiet careering metaphor playing across American TV screens, in bars, bus stations, auto-shops... Of course, it was over just as it really started, and the denouement was disappointing (just as Delillo or DFW would have it): there was no limp, barely breathing child cradled in an EMT's arms running across a field, just a bunch of burly men in wraparounds and goatees attacking an inanimate, deflating blob. The end, metaphor over.
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Immediately thought of The Red Balloon. I did see a comparison made to Daedalus and Icarus. Remember last year, the Brazilian priest who floated away on party balloons, they never found his body...