Yesterday morning I woke from a dream in which I was looking out the window of my sister’s bedroom in my parents house and a nuclear explosion erupted in the distance, bright burning white light and fantastical mushroom cloud and all. I stood for what seemed like unrealistically too long, watching it and wondering what kind of political turmoil could have caused this and what a shame it’d be that I’d never find out. I turned to the two people with me in the room and shouted that we were going to die. I woke up, earlier than usual, gasping and panicked and waiting probably to completely disintegrate.
Better as a Shadow
Yesterday morning I woke from a dream in which I was looking out the window of my sister’s bedroom in my parents house and a nuclear explosion erupted in the distance, bright burning white light and fantastical mushroom cloud and all. I stood for what seemed like unrealistically too long, watching it and wondering what kind of political turmoil could have caused this and what a shame it’d be that I’d never find out. I turned to the two people with me in the room and shouted that we were going to die. I woke up, earlier than usual, gasping and panicked and waiting probably to completely disintegrate.