Stephan King writes about the thinning of reality in his Darktower series. I think I experienced that this weekend. Reno, the biggest little town in Nevada. This is a place where the veneer of humanity has been rubbed so thin that you can see the cancerous lesions just under the surface! I was so excited to go, my first trip in seven years, and it sucked!
Just off the plane I turned on my phone to check my messages and I had two heart crushing txts from my sister. My niece and nephew (12 and 10) didn’t come home from school. The time stamp was 9:30, the phone said 12:03 and I almost puked! After calling my sister and the Caldwell police station I spent the night spinning on the situation, it has been three days and I don’t think I am fully over it. The kids are fine; they showed up in the morning.
Maybe this tainted the whole trip, maybe. I don’t think so, I think Reno is one of those places that is just thin, it asks, no calls for things like this to happen….
Born on wings
The sound of wind on wing
Stretched taut, extended
Adrenalin flowing along channels
Dug for only that reason
I knew I would never
She shouts, lifting her face to the sky
I knew….I knew I knew I knew!
I knew wrong
She whispers into the silence so deafening
With a snap
Her reverie is broken
Born on wings she screams
Chris McQueeney, 11/21/11 9:50PM