What you see here are glow-in-the-dark icicles from the 1950s era, that time in human history when radioactivity was much used and little understood. They contain what is undoubtedly far more radioactive material than is good for me, but you might say it's too late now to make much difference. You see, I've already been thoroughly irradiated...and so have yesterday's snowflakes.
Yesterday's snowflakes are not supposed to glow in the dark, but they do. Albeit faintly, they have a definite glow about them of this same hue. They were always stored with the radioactive icicles and by their close association became marked, much as a young, innocent person hanging with the wrong crowd might be. It is too late for them to redeem their reputation. It will mar their character references, stain their resumés and keep them from entering employment as ordinary snowflakes forevermore. Tarred by a radium-bearing brush, their past will follow them through its half-life whenever a Geiger test comes around.
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