First Moment of Panic, 2009

The weather hasn't been the most pleasant recently. The windows of the bus were mud spattered and clouded up. I was coming up the hill right as the last bit of sun was fading and dark was settling. Looking through the messy windows out into the darkening streets, only the lights were clear. I had a few moments where I thought I saw people or trees or cars, but it was all too fuzzy to make out.

It made me wonder, in a moment of panic, if I couldn't see them, and they couldn't see me, do any of us really exist for certain? Like when I pull the quilt over my head, am I still in my bed, or do I go someplace else?

It was all very unsettling.