I alone have noticed the lowering of the sky. Others go about their business, birds flapping at their shoulders, dark clouds haloing their skulls. Makes you think: have clouds always been think bubbles of the collective unconscious? Jung wrote of that. I saw a man’s hat sucked off in the slipstream of a fighter jet. His reaction? Dumb surprise. Don’t people notice it’s getting harder to breathe? A baby peered up at me from her stroller, eyes entreating sympathy as a kite danced about her father’s head. She knew. Now I walk into an office building, ride the lift to level 6. Everyone is working. Out the window, I see stars.
Gerard Elson @gerardelson