I will not write now about what is happening, it is too much, too soon.


Alone in the house, reading, I looked out the window and saw brilliant sunlight, and a tropical downpour. I thought perhaps someone was filming across the street, and needed to fabricate rain, but as I stepped outside I realized that it wasn't some studio construct, that the sky was falling from clouds I couldn't see.

And in the moments it took to run back inside to get my cigarettes, and make it back out the door to walk somewhere, anywhere, it had stopped. Slick pavement and confused, drenched pedestrians were the only evidence it had happened at all.

Even these things are fleeting beyond my ability to touch.