Tonight the sunset was astonishing. I watched the clouds burst into flames. I trusted all the evening star was promising. That’s when the helicopters came. At first some specks where the horizon formed lined up like crows along a wire. Then in a flash, they scattered like a starling swarm and their black bodies filled the sky. They’ve got to be humanitarians, the optimists among us claimed, while others see their motives as nefarious and hot blood dripping from their blades.
How does a boy who noticed everything become a man who just forgets, almost as if the wisdom from remembering means less than having no regrets? Not long from now, this will seem long ago. Not long from then, we will pretend that we’re so sure we know more than we’ve ever known, we’ll tear it down and start again. I wish you well, you person that I’ve never met. I finally see you’re not to blame. They set us up but couldn’t knock us over yet. That’s when the helicopters came.