Don Q looked at the window painted on the wall and saw a cityscape with helicopters. Catching a scent that he thought was coming through the window, he remembered the napalm he associated with helicopters: "I love the smell of deportation in the morning." Vanza knew that the window was only painted there; after all, he was the one who had it repainted every morning. But the more he looked at it through Don Q's eyes, the more he, too, began to perceive what they both wanted to perceive. When someone pointed out the implications of what Vanza said, he smelled something, too, and shot back: "I don't give a shit." (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 7 September 2025)