there is an empty sky. the kids in the coffeeshop are animated as usual. the loop’s wide open. shrouds of rumble come from above but nothing is visible. i lost it today, but what the hell. sorry. it’s difficult to keep an even head. i was crying in the shower- wishing the whole thing would turn out to be a bad dream. but still over the day my perceptions have shifted- what at 9:45am looked like the end of the world at 9:45pm looks like just a horrible terrorist attack. it’s all so… something.
Today we’re kicking off our interview series with narrators from my Time is a Fine White Lie audiobook. Call it serendipity or kismet, I connected