It feels strange somehow, she said. Like none of it really happened. Oh, it happened all right. But now it’s gone. Does it make you sad? No, I said, shaking my head. There was something that came out of nothing, and now it’s gone back to where it came from, that’s all. We fell silent again. What we shared was no more than a fragment of a time long dead. Yet memories remained, warm memories that remained with me like lights from the past. And I would carry those lights in the brief interval before death grabbed me and tossed me back into the crucible of nothingness.
