When I went out to the car this morning, some jackass had broken my rear view mirror. I just bought that car brand new less than a week ago. It was a positively inexcusable luxury, and now it is a scratch and dent model. Furthermore, the mirror has a little heating element in it, which makes it prohibitively expensive to replace right now.

So I will be driving for a while with a fractured rear view mirror. It's still moderately functional; I can see, for instance, whether there is a semi barreling up on my left, but that semi is a George Braques version of itself, fractured, fragmented, set apart from itself at angles, cut into cold and angry slivers of the past. Each shard is tilted to the center just enough that--if I look at it just right, the truck doesn't even exist. The past continues to sneak up on me, but never again in a nice flat plane with a heating element.