A while ago I watched a program on television: something about rogue black holes wandering and roaming through the universe, the consequences of a collision with earth. At first it would feel wonderful; our bodies would stretch and gravity wouldn't be bothersome, my feet wouldn't feel so heavy. But we would keep stretching, limbs pulling apart from other limbs. Eventually I would be separated from myself and my parts would scatter. I would become a million pieces, disintegrated, swallowed. I think about time falling in on itself and eating me whole.