When Teri died it was as if i was creation. As if all of matter was contained in me.
While the words echoed in my head, and my brain attempted to create a thought in English to acknowledge what i heard, i felt the expanding universe stop. Felt the white-hot sensation of a billion billion stars, the airless gloom of deepest space—and i felt everything subvert, decreate, devour itself, contracting finally to the head of a pin—and then, gone. Fifteen billion years, reduced in seconds to nothing.
i became nothing.