In one swift second the entire landscape crumpled and folded like a wet piece of paper. Immutable objects like rocks and trees creased over and were upturned on themselves. All that was left was a blue openness of sky and the angles of folds
Panicking, I rushed
to spread it back out with my pink palms, pressing back the edges but the
creases were locked in. I pushed and
flattened as best I could. But the world
had irrevocably changed, and what was before had gone: the consistency and
comfort of knowing the stretch and shape of things had been replaced by
uncertainty.
