I want to stand at the top of a mountain
And whisper before we are destroyed
“Keep going” March 11, 2011 – Tokyo, Japan – Magnitude 6.6 Earthquake This is it, I thought, this is what I have been waiting for—the bristle of reality to curl its bony fingers up my spine and puncture the reverie. No one knew how to react aside from a few squeezed murmurs of terror. The world was ending. The haze broke and I clutched the desk, waiting—waiting for pieces of sky to shatter at my feet. That was the first second, but then it got worse. I felt the tips of my hair touch the blade before it connected with my skull—the crushing weight of it all ending bearing down on my existence. … It was something… so strangely familiar. I remember taking a breath then and recalling that I could move. The sword never touched me—not even a thread of my clothing was severed. Our Japanese Social Problems professor had already bolted into the hallway, popping her head back in just to tell us to get out as fast as we could. |
