after the storm

"How strange that you can be satisfied with your life till the slamming of some stranger’s car trunk suddenly wakes you up."
[from Francine Prose's “Rubber Life,” in In the Stacks, edited by Michael Cart]

    My heart is broken. I'm doing what I can to let it mend and not to try and fix it. It's not the smoothest process, and I am very, very sad.
    Just...don't be waiting for anything along the lines of normal from me. I can't see it happening.