It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.
The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.