Fourteen days since the mess began. My life isn’t worse, exactly—just smaller.
Look up long enough and you start to feel your infinitesimality.
The difference between alive and not—that’s something.
But from where the stars are watching, there is almost no difference between varieties of alive,
between me and the newly mown grass I’m lying on right now.
We are both astonishments, the closest thing in the known universe to a miracle.
“And then a Plank in Reason, broke I And I dropped down, and down —” EMILY DICKINSON
There are about a hundred billion stars in the Milky Way—one for every person who ever lived, more or less.
I was thinking about that beneath the sky tonight, unseasonably warm, as good a showing of stars as one gets around here.
Something about looking up always makes me feel like I’m falling.
Earlier, I heard my brother crying in his room, and I stood next to the door for a long time,
and I know he knew I was there because he tried to stop sobbing when the floorboards creaked under my footstep,
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