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The day became nothing, I was standing underneath a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I recall anything
unusual it. If there was something in the air, if the skies had
clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too to care. No thunder
roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles 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 couldn't put your on
what had gone wrong. The alleys were dirty; the garbage still
smelled; 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, were
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one asked why.
It was just like had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall much of happened next. I was on my way to visit
this woman I knew. All we had in was good sex, and now I
even remember her address. A group of us, just strangers,
got together and we formed a committee to the problem. We
talked about things like mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I remember my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's being a Bob, but I'll get used to it. I have to.