I've seen things you people would not believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched sea-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhaüser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die...
Roy Batty in Bladerunner
Entropy Gradient

Dust My Broom

There's a storm coming in over the Rockies, a sheet of gray forerunner clouds already stretching to the eastern plains where the sun is still shining. The wind just came up and the temperature dumped 20 degrees. Brooding thunder from the West. Feels good. Suits my mood today.

Do you ever feel that something's shaking but you don't know what? Could be you're gonna die or fall in love. Could be nothing. Then again, it could be something's trying to signal to you. Get your attention. Something you forgot.

Trying to remember then. Standing here feeling the wind come on, the elements talking to themselves. Always feeling like an eavesdropper. Always feeling this must be meant for someone else. Maybe not.

A couple months ago I went to see that IMAX movie about some expedition to the top of Everest. I don't recall too much. Somebody died. The rest of them made it. Why, I wondered. What kind of person would you have to be to do something like that? Crazy I guess, but in a way the world gives points for. We made it. Look at us. And the crowd goes wild.

But there's something wilder. Something bearing down on you, but uplifting at the same time. Something uncanny yet so familiar. Across the street someone's mowing a lawn. The sky is getting darker. It is going to storm now, but good. The Fed-X guy just dropped off two packages from Amazon. Wanna know what was in them? OK: