March 13Its a long corridor, stretching off into the distance, lined with doors on either side. All closed.I used to come here often...Now, the polished hardwood floor is coated with a fine powder of white dust.Undisturbed.Except for a little wet circle washed clean next to my toe.Dont cry.I could smear the circle out of existence with my toe, but that wouldnt undo anything.Squinting to make out the face of the person at the far end of the corridor, I recognise myself.At the start and at the end.I dont know what to do, so I just stare.
CosmicThe Sun said to the Moon:I will light your day.I will warm your skin.I will inspire you with passion and bravery.I will blind you in one thousand directions.I will deafen you with the blare of one thousand trumpets.I will crush you with my arrogance.The Moon said to the Sun:I will be a beacon in your night.I will cool your humid brow.I will give you the courage to be alone.I will stare at you through the eyes of an owl.I will slice you like a cold knife.I will freeze you with my indifference.The Stars said to the Moon and Sun:La la la, la la la laaa,La la la, la laaaaa.
It wasn't my faultMy wife and I were driving along a main road one afternoon. My wife was driving; I was... passengering, I suppose youd call it. We were travelling south, if any one cares. I was watching the white van on the road straight in front of us. It had tiny little wheels, for a van. The wheels were about the size of those on a shopping trolley cart. The van looked quite unstable on its little wheels, lurching from side to side, this way and that way. Occasionally the van would jump a little way into the air, so that only a single front wheel remained in contact with the road. This was not good.Youd better back off a bit, I told my wife, and an instant later, the van swerved suddenly off to the left, crashing off the road and rolling onto its side. I was quite pleased with my foresight, and wondered if my wife had noticed anything unusual at all about the van before the crash.We