July 4th, 2020

bazille_summer scene

Reset Nine, Day Two

Brain totally not working tonight. Friday was a complete loss, and I've already forgotten almost all of it. One thing that sticks in my mind is from when I woke up, and the dog who lives on the other side of the bike trail was barking. Still half asleep, I was displaced in both time and place, and thought it was the dog who once lived in the house at the end of my block in Paradise, across from the old orchard.

For a moment I thought it was twenty years ago, and that I would open my eyes and see the familiar room full of familiar things, and that in an hour or two I would be going for a walk over to the shady street along the last ridge before the canyon. But then I did open my eyes, and saw this place, and realized which dog was barking, and that the world I remembered was utterly gone. I don't think I'll ever get entirely used to that idea.