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The day everything became nothing, I was standing a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I can't recall
unusual it. If there was something in the air, if the skies had
clouded over, I aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder
roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles rained the sky. This
was no sneak attack. was just suddenly this awful lack. Things
had changed, for sure.
The day everything nothing, you couldn't 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 mixture of horror and total surprise.
This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, were
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 recall much 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 even remember her address. A group of us, strangers,
got together and we a committee to discuss the problem. We
about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I couldn't my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get used to it. I to.