the_world_is_gone PeeT Gone The world is gone like the exact shape of a cloud or the exact shape of a hand waving in the sunlight from across a crowded train-station parking-lot to another hand that waves back. Come to think of it, everything up to now is gone. And I have also already left even though I still ride the train through the outskirts of the city. And I still sit by the window, the filthy train-window while what is left of the demolished buildings go past and the empty billboards and the transitory architecture. It’s amazing we’re not more amazed. The world is here but then it’s gone like a wave traveling toward other waves. Or like the delicate white spaceships of the Dogwood that float as if there were no gravity, as if there were no moments isolated from any other moments anywhere. by Malena Morling, 111113 what's it to you? who go blather from