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.

Circumscribed
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad


