I had a dream.
In the dream, I was visiting a hospital,
each room occupied by an invalid.
The hospital caught fire.
Able bodied people escaped, while
the building burned to the ground.
I stayed until it was empty, just me
and the very sick.
Then I jumped out the window.
Then I woke up.
I thought: That was horrible. What a horrible vision to see. What a devastation that would be if it happened in real life.
Then I thought: Those people were dying anyway. They were right there, some of them ten minutes away.
Then I thought: There are places worse than hospitals for tragedies to take place in.
Then I thought: Where is the best place for a tragedy?
Then I thought: Wherever you are.
Written at 10:26 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while contemplating the growing pouch around my belly button.