Reflections on Space 

I think about the city of glass I lived in. Safety in my vulnerability, protection in my being seen. This was the way my mind worked for a long, long time. I trusted not even a single stone to by accident nor purpose be thrown in the way of this cityscape, much less a meteor shower that would rain down from untrustworthy skies. A foundation laid on naive faith, its existence a dare.

It's over now. It is broken and shattered. I trusted that the nature of the world would not unfold. Perhaps this is what they mean by professional victim.