the sun is setting, outside, over my garden and over the world and I took pictures of it with Marshall’s camera.  it’s so easy to feel like the world is setting over your life, like God and all good things are setting, with silent fireworks, with rain.  I wish I was one of the pictures I took today, or the reflection of the lampshade in the window, or the sunsetting in the mirror, I wish I was not a real thing but a shadow.  I wish I knew the answer to the question, in the space between the time it was asked and the time an answer was expected.