Black Air

If you stand in a pitch black room, a place where you really can't see, listen. If you put your arm out in front of you, you can actually hear it tear through the dark. Then you can hear the echo of the movement. It takes about 10 seconds for all that to quiet down, the tearing and the echoes.
Breathing can be difficult if you let it. You might panic at first, but just let the air go in. The air in pitch blackness is heavier than normal air. I feel like this has been written so many times before, but I hope it's helpful if you find yourself trapped in black air.

Heart Attack

Imagine a real heart attacking you. Coming out of a dark doorway. He would be about 6 feet tall. I believe his weapon of choice would be a knife. A big kitchen knife. He would move like a cat; you'd never expect it. Then before you knew what was happening, your throat would be cut wide open and the last thing you'd see is a 6 foot tall heart standing over you not wearing pants.

News Holiday

I turned on the news for 5 seconds today, and they are already talking about the 2012 in earnest. I'm so finished with it. The only thing that would interest me is if a serious democratic challenger that is truely liberal would step up to the plate and beat Obama for the nomination. But we all know that won't happen.
Instead we will get the same crap, the same food fight between left and right, the two extremes of liberal pussy and conservative moron. I know this is all by design. If we keep having this reality show political theatre, it keeps people from asking important questions. A question like "who controls all the money and political influence" would be great.
So what is the point of watching the news? Unless I need to know there is a group of cobras closing in on Virginia.

Alone Woman

A woman saved newspaper clippings her whole life of families. Families she didn't know, but she saved them and dragged them out when someone asked her about her family. There were photos of babies in arms at baptisms, men holding trout, wedding couples, elementary school plays, tree plantings. Late at night she would pull these yellowed pieces of paper out of their precious folders. She had a story about each one. Of course, nobody asked. But she was ready with stories of lakeside picnics and family reunions. Late at night she would put away the folder and kiss the leg of her couch good night.