You never see the moment of impact coming.
In literature, they call it 'Pathetic Fallacy' when the events in nature mirror the events in the book's storyline.
Apparently, God reads.
The minivan hits me at 70 miles an hour, thrusting me into the truck in front of me.
Goodbye Wanda the Honda.
There's this unique moment of slow motion that happens right before something catastrophic happens. You remember every second before, and almost nothing afterwards.
Yesterday was significant on so many levels.
Exactly one year since I moved to Chicago. The celebration of the end of a long spurt of almost contast travel. The instant realization that it's almost impossible to live a double-life. The final push I needed to toss out the socially awkward human baggage that was holding me down.
Everything became clearer.
I'm lucky to be alive.
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