logic has always failed me. someday in the future, i will ponder why man named the nuclear missle after the north star. polaris. was it an attempt to create a new north star to follow here? heaven on earth? and after following it to hiroshima, did we expect to find the new christ child?
charred and blackened, smoldering in the skeletal remains of a building, swathed in cherry blossums and smiling? man is a funny beast. at his best, he's at his least. the sky overhead stutters and flickers and it begins to rain. the pink petals softly disturbing the ash as they land.
somewhere a phone is ringing. but no one is there to answer. they are outside, in the backyard. looking up into the sky at the pink rain.