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The Weather Report – April 13, 2015

The Weather Report – April 13, 2015


Chinatown, Manhattan, New York, United States

High:  68℉
Low:  57℉

Sunrise: 6:21 a.m.
Sunset: 7:33 a.m.

Humidity: 45%
Dewpoint: 35°

Moon Phase: Waning Crescent

Considerably cloudy early in the day. Less clouds at night, followed by possible showers. Winds SSE at 10-15 mph.

You should wear: clothes that help you remember your body.
You’re going to feel: like silently sobbing until the next feeling, smearing tears across your face in an effort to help them dry faster.

There are some types of floors that only appear at night. They are always new and changing. You drag your feet across them in dust-collecting motions to keep the sounds from travelling very far. You shuffle from one corner to wherever you think the next corner might be. You have no idea where a wall might appear. This is, after all, a night floor.

In these moments of silence, you imagine that somewhere, people are corpses because of you. Indirectly, of course, but dead nonetheless. You picture every human body you failed to impress upon, smothered too affectionately, forgot about naturally, or let down irredeemably. Dead, dead, dead, d e a d.

This time of year was meant for perspective and too much of it. Every minute that you stay alive is a minute to remember that you don’t have to be. We don’t have to do anything and we will just keep going. You don’t even have to try very hard and life will stay with you. It is okay to share it.

This week you might spend a few extra minutes thinking about the fact the some people you know don’t find your problems very interesting. Some people you know only know how to fall asleep while crying. Some people are perpetually cold. Some people have never known what coming home feels like. Some people don’t have possessions they cherish because some people don’t have many possessions at all. This week you can spend some time thinking about these people but be careful when speaking. Be careful asking too many questions. Sometimes the answers are very difficult to hear.


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Sarah Jean Alexander wrote a book called Wildlives. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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