Like a fish.
There is a lawn swing in the side yard of my new apartment, under a shady tree where I like to go at night before I go to bed, to look out at the street and contemplate the day. I do this every night.
Tonight I was out there for an extra long time. After what happened, I went out there and chain-smoked my Marlboros, trying to process what I had just experienced.
There are just no words.
You won't hear from me for a while.