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The day everything became nothing, I was underneath a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I recall anything
unusual about it. If there was something in the air, if the had
clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too to care. No thunder
roared. No cracked. No missiles rained from the sky. This
was no attack. There was just suddenly this awful lack. Things
had changed, for sure.
The day everything became nothing, you put your finger on
what had gone wrong. The alleys still dirty; the garbage still
there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in
people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and surprise.
This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, there
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even why.
It was just everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall of what happened next. I was on my way to visit
woman I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I
couldn't remember her address. A group of us, just strangers,
got and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. We
talked about like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I couldn't my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird a Bob, but I'll get used to it. I have to.