TSDK No. 38. The Surrealist Violence of Heaven

On being pelted with giant chunks of ice on my birthday

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The storm on the night of my birthday was nothing extraordinary—at first. A gathering of clouds, rustling in the trees, a few flashes of lightning, some scattered taps on the roof. But then the tapping became a thudding, as if somebody was dropping rocks inside the attic, and I knew that it was going to be different this time.

The power went out, came b…