/ by Laura Kochman

Last night I had the same dream twice. First, I was an observer, watching survivors wander around a post-apocalyptic landscape. Then the dream repeated, but this time I was part of the group, drifting through broken buildings and asking ourselves what do we do next, how can time move forward, what happened here. It was like the reverse of watching the news lately. Last night I sat by my airport terminal waiting to board, and because I was in the very sparkling new section of the airport, there were about 7 TVs in my line of sight and every one of them was broadcasting from Oklahoma. It was hard to sit there and watch, and hard to look away. The strange thing about tornado damage is that no matter where it is or what got destroyed, it always looks familiar.