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The sky fell today. It surprised me; I was walking to class and suddenly noticed bits of sky resting on my shoulders. No ice shards came down from the heavens' fall in Claremont, though, just bits of slightly used sky that wasn't quite blue and smelled faintly of chemicals. No stars found me, even if I might have brushed off a strand of cloud. Whatever replaced it didn't look much different--I couldn't see stars when the sun set, but maybe they fell on someone else. Or maybe they're hiding, too faint for my faulty eyes to see. It's not so different without a sky.

I saw someone climbing a tree too weak to support her. I don't know why, as she was neither small nor wiry nor particularly agile. She didn't seem to realize this or that the tree was slowly shrinking as she climbed, being pressed back into the earth. She remained oblivious to everything but her motion; she slowly went from branch to branch and kept her movement so planned and balanced that she never fell until the tree was pressed down to its roots and she was on solid earth. Then she pressed her hands against the ground and cried.

A woman of water danced in the fountain, more wildly than I ever could. Her hair must have clothed her and her music drifted too far up without the sky to contain it. It would not have been lost had it been trapped.

Carbon Dog is dancing around my desk, another strange mix of chemicals that by all rights should never exist. He smells like sky. It would be so easy to take those bonds apart but I don't think I will.

Seen today on a remarkably poorly erased chalkboard:

I have erased the board Because I'm considerate
I have eaten
the plums
that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving
for breakfast

forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and
so cold

Rabbit Hole Day.