from denis johnson’s “emergency”
“The only light visible was a streak of sunset flickering below the hem of the clouds,” and “It was still daytime, but the sun had no more power than an ornament or a sponge. In this light the truck’s hood, which had been bright orange, had turned deep blue” .
This part feels so profound and beautifully intact: “I saw bits of snow resembling an abundance of blossoms on the stems of the drive-in speakers –no, revealing the blossoms that were always there. A bull elk stood still in the pasture beyond the fence, giving off an air of authority and stupidity. And a coyote jogged across the pasture and faded away among the saplings.”