Emergency

A friend's apartment just burned down. It's so impersonal to even write into a tiny box on the Internet. A friend's apartment just burned down. Things burn down. Stuff burns. It burns and then it is gone. And it just happens. And it happens early in a morning.

My two friends who lived on the second floor of an Albany apartment weren't hurt, but the apartment that apparently started the fire, well, one of people who lived there had to be rescued by fire fighters and was severely burned.

Unimaginable. And then you are liberated from your stuff. Don't have to move those books again. Don't have to move the couch. The shelves and the papers; and holy shit imagine all the pictures, journals, drawings, secret notes, spells, recipes, food, and, well it is all gone, because the third floor collapsed onto the second floor. And if you don't wake up I don't even want to think about it or write about it, right now, here.