DS
Bombarded by thick, rolling fog. It must have been route 3. The New York City skyline seemed as though it was in arms reach and then the Chrysler building tilted. It tilted. What seemed like fog turned into water- tons of it. The skyline leaned towards me, like teeth in a crowded jaw. Everything looked engorged. Was engorged. And like that, there was a surge of light. A rush of water and pressure took me over; showers of glass fell from the sky. We were thrown from the car and I couldn’t do anything to stop the fierce momentum from dragging you in.
