They named it Epic Fury, like a blockbuster, like a stamp on a canvas. I see Tehran as a city of lines and light, and now the light is sliced by sirens and blackout. "Five hundred targets", they boast, as if numbers wash the stain off the brush. The counterargument is that this is precision, that leadership and air defenses must be struck to stop missiles and nuclear blackmail. Fine, say that, but it is damnable to sell it as clean. When the internet goes dark and rumors flood in, fear becomes the real weapon, and fear does not stay inside borders. The UN Security Council can argue law; the street argues survival. You cannot bomb your way into a stable composition; you only change the colors of the smoke. If you want security, build a frame for diplomacy, because this furious painting is already cracking.