And funnily enough, with all the tornado memories in the air, the clouds destabilized and we've had more tornadoes. We were lucky in Tuscaloosa not to have any major damage last night, but B and I spent at least an hour huddled on the bathroom floor while the sirens went off and I could hear something, maybe imagined, that sounded like a vehicle that travels by track. When the weatherman first said the words "strong tornado" I felt ill. B and I have officially decided to move to Philadelphia post-MFA and while there are many things I'll miss, this won't be one of them. We both expressed the strangeness of this kind of bookending of our time here--storms in and storms out--but neither of us could really find a narrative to make it worth something. The time between has been the perfect opposite of destructive.