Trying to walk to town from the lake with Ken. and Jes. All sorts of strange obstacles.
A bomb. People dismantling it. This town had been bombed in the past...like a kind of Hiroshima. You could see corners and hideaways where you knew the people must have ran. A little closet room that I knew had been occupied by an Asian teen...knew exactly how she would have come in and out through a side door, an entrance hidden from full view, to go about her teenage antics.
Still, always, trying to make it through the angular streets to downtown.
Then, a military group working near a warehouse open a sliding panel to an underground storage facility that had not know was there. A full size military ship is stored there and it has been sabotaged with a bomb. Confusion. Chaos. People running away fast from the ship. I realize it must be too close to going off to try to disarm it. I'm standing next to someone I know...Ken. M? A baby carriage careens towards me, someone has pushed it away in a desperate attempt to save the child from the impending blast. The carriage is black. I grab it and take care of it. I start to run. I lose track of the friend I was with. My own child is in the closet room of the Asian girl, but he's a baby and swaddled under blankets. I am running towards the room and him.
At one point, I stop. I hesitate, turn, and look back. People still scattering as fast as they can. The futility of it comes over me. Oddly, I am not afraid. I'm thinking perhaps it is time to just kneel down and prepare for onslaught. The running will do no good. I am wishing everyone would stop running so that we might, at least, have the comfort of one another when the end sweeps over us. That thought reminds me of my child in the closet room. Yes, must get to him...must be with him when the end comes. I begin running with the carriage again. The explosion takes place behind me. The world is suddenly thick with swirling black ash, big like pieces of burned paper...it fills the air...it gags you....it wants into your lungs, to smother you. I do not stop running. Part of me knows that there is little chance that my child could still be alive and that I will be too late to die with him.
I make it to the closet, swing the door closed and am relieved by the sudden freedom from the ash. Curious, I open the side door into that hidden back yard and the air is clear there. It's freshness rushes into the room, pushes out the burnt air.
A bomb. People dismantling it. This town had been bombed in the past...like a kind of Hiroshima. You could see corners and hideaways where you knew the people must have ran. A little closet room that I knew had been occupied by an Asian teen...knew exactly how she would have come in and out through a side door, an entrance hidden from full view, to go about her teenage antics.
Still, always, trying to make it through the angular streets to downtown.
Then, a military group working near a warehouse open a sliding panel to an underground storage facility that had not know was there. A full size military ship is stored there and it has been sabotaged with a bomb. Confusion. Chaos. People running away fast from the ship. I realize it must be too close to going off to try to disarm it. I'm standing next to someone I know...Ken. M? A baby carriage careens towards me, someone has pushed it away in a desperate attempt to save the child from the impending blast. The carriage is black. I grab it and take care of it. I start to run. I lose track of the friend I was with. My own child is in the closet room of the Asian girl, but he's a baby and swaddled under blankets. I am running towards the room and him.
At one point, I stop. I hesitate, turn, and look back. People still scattering as fast as they can. The futility of it comes over me. Oddly, I am not afraid. I'm thinking perhaps it is time to just kneel down and prepare for onslaught. The running will do no good. I am wishing everyone would stop running so that we might, at least, have the comfort of one another when the end sweeps over us. That thought reminds me of my child in the closet room. Yes, must get to him...must be with him when the end comes. I begin running with the carriage again. The explosion takes place behind me. The world is suddenly thick with swirling black ash, big like pieces of burned paper...it fills the air...it gags you....it wants into your lungs, to smother you. I do not stop running. Part of me knows that there is little chance that my child could still be alive and that I will be too late to die with him.
I make it to the closet, swing the door closed and am relieved by the sudden freedom from the ash. Curious, I open the side door into that hidden back yard and the air is clear there. It's freshness rushes into the room, pushes out the burnt air.
