A broken clock is right twice a day, but there is no time at which a broken windshield is useful. In my peripheral vision, the cracks could be lightning, but Minneapolis is not as interested in drama as I am. Somewhere, not here,
it is raining. It would be great if it would rain on me because then there would be a reason I felt like garbage right now. There's always of course, a reason, but it would be nice to say It's raining in my head rather than
I have a chemical inbalance in my brain or I just remembered that someone I love will die before I do. All of downtown is underneath the sky. If you spend
long enough in one place you will eventually be hit by lightning. Because it's not real lightning we're discussing here, stay longer and you will be hit twice. Never move, ever. You might go somewhere
there us no lightning. It might not rain there at all.
(This is a poem from Neil Hilborn's poetry book, Our Numbered Days that has been stuck in my head)