William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

Another vision at about the same age: I am awake at dawn in the attic room and see little gray men playing in my block house. They move very fast, like a 1920 speed-up film...whisk...they are gone. Just the empty block house in gray dawn light. I am motionless in this sequence, a silent witness.
The magical medium is being bulldozed away. No more green reindeer in Forest Park. The angels are leaving all the alcoves everywhere, the medium in which Unicorns, Bigfoot, Green Deer exist growing always thinner, like the rain forests and the creatures that live and breathe in them. As the forests fall to make way for motels and Hiltons and McDonald's, the whole magic universe is dying.