After New York

even amidst the storm of my grief, the gray spraying wetness gusting all around me, I could tell I was standing on a platform of certainty called The End. I knew that it was solid, and that when the storm of grief had passed, there would be this sure thing. So I stood there, and let the rain lash and blind me, and I focused on my feet.

Dated: 10.06.04. Scribbled ver batim on the back of an envelope addressed to "Naomi Garychase." No return address. Postmark, Springfield, MA PM, 05 Oct, 2004.