Function Crash () {

narrator i;
character wife;
character son;
setting i.automobileAccident;
i = “Waning day, flat and dark blue through the glass.”;
wife = “At the last model home, ’This could work. We could put up a bookshelf, the new bookshelf, right there.’ She points at a space between two bare windows in the living room.”;
wife + wife = “The garage is quite large. I know you’ll like that.”;
son = “I don’t like houses. I want to play a game.”;
i + i = “No more, please. At least, if it were to be blue, not that dark blue, but the blue of a cloudy white sky seen through the glare of morning’s sunrise. Sharp as a January Sunday.”;
i + i = “A game for the kid to play at the last house. Football players, composed of points of light, to slide across pixel fields. White lines of offensive schemes and formations to wield.”;
i + i = “The collision threw my body through the windshield, from the car. My brain crackled with zap, zap, zap, as I somersaulted through blue, through blue, through blue. Unbelievable, almost, that this is happening to me.”;
i + i = “A feeling, sinking into frozen earth, suddenly soft as newly turned soil. Mind, heart, and lips inseparable from the earth—becoming earth.”;
memory = new string [11];
memory(0) = “A bird hops up to my wife. She trills, ‘Hello birdy’”;
memory(1) = “I touch her pregnant belly, round and naked.”;
memory(2) = “How did she rack up fuckin’ $500 on the charge card?”;
memory(3) = “The new bookshelf would look good in that spot.”;
memory(4) = “A photograph of a child in summer, swinging on a tire, in flight. Turning and turning in circles. The child leaning back, looking up, his face spinning like speedy Mercury in an elliptical orbit.”;
i +i = “Still, smelling the pungent odor that steeps the earth.”;
i + i = “Unable to bear the earth in my nose, in my mouth, on my tongue.”;
memory(5) = “An interesting documentary the other day—watching the sky for large falling objects. Grainy pictures of star clusters, rings of rock and ice, planets traveling from satellite to satellite to NASA lab to servers to wires across the earth.”;
memory(6) = “My son reads a story to me. It’s Dr. Seuss.”;
memory(7) = “I can’t believe he drew all over his friend’s head”;
memory(8) = “When he hugged, he held with loving tenacity”;
memory(9) = “My son laughs as the car spins across the median”;
i + i = “There must be a way to shut down, restart, and put a broken mind back together from so many shattered shards, blood on the ground. Like the sting of a needle—biting and barbed—great black drops of rain, passing moments of clarity—sinking, rooting firm and deep—quickly evaporating .”;
i.final.memory(10) = “Lashing out in anger when my son won’t wear socks”;
i + i = "Pigeons landing, cooing between ribs and pecking at falling skin, weeping flesh.";
i + i = "The strong heavy rain, which would wash face, limb, bones away with the mud, approaching.";
i = “”;

}