The Golden Farce
The sky did not fall; it peeled away like dead skin, revealing a void that was not black but a blinding, aggressive white, and I stood in the parking lot of the suburban grocery store, my hands still gripping the handle of a shopping cart that now weighed as much as a small car, watching the physics of the world dissolve into a kind of wet, shimmering mist. It was a Tuesday, I remember, because...
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