this is it.

and so it begins...


     ill burn, he thought, and be scattered in ashes all over the continental lands. ill be put to use. just a little bit, but ashes are ashes and theyll add to the land.
     he fell swiftly, like a bullet, like a pebble, like an iron weight, objective, objective all of the time now, not sad or happy or anything, but only wishing he could do a good thing now that everything was gone, a good thing for just himself to know about.
     when i hit the atmosphere, ill burn like a meteor.
     “i wonder,” he said, “if anyonell see me.

     the small boy on the country road looked up and screamed. “look, mom, look! a falling star!”
     the blazing white star fell down the sky of dusk in illinois.
     "make a wish,” said his mother. “make a wish.”