“Ah! Nothing better than a Saturday!

Interstate 40, Cycles I-V. (for Joe M.) I. Flying over Atlanta neighborhoods segregated by winter woods. A bare-tree parapet, pipeline for rusted cars and thieves.

A volcano erupts in Yellowstone Park causing the sun to turn red.

When I was writing this story I woke up in the night with this strange feeling that Matty, the sincere person who thinks she's a Christian, should be left behind. How many people believe they are Christians but have never really been saved?

What would make God so angry he would smash the world with a hammer? The kind of world that we had created in 2095.

"You can see me?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid thing to ask. "Well, of course I can. That's why I asked who you are. You look like my foster sister who died recently." "Your foster sister?"

6TH MARCH, 1999 11:00 PM Hello, again,