Status Updates From The Nuclear Age

I am not myself. It’s a feathery hither-and-thither sensation, like riding music, slipping up and down the scales of my own life.

I noticed how even cobwebs cast shadows. I noticed how geopolitics made no perceptible difference in the movement of dust against a lighted lamp. For me at least, the war was over.

It was mostly blank time, which is to say I can’t remember much — the present never quite became the past.