It was on a train, passing through the French countryside, listening to Daft Punk’s Superheroes, when Easten Jack Pessin, at the sight of an illuminated group of sunlit trees, imagined an extraterrestial force so powerful as to crumple the soild ground and flatten every tree.
That this explosion would happen precisely at the very moment he woke from a blurred dream and proceeded, unwittingly, up the stairs - the carpeted floor glowing in the afternoon sun and warm and comforting beneath his feet -
Reaching the last step to see an ordinary living room cloaked in silence and quickly filling with hues of golden and yellow light. As the earth rattled the room stayed exceptionally still - even the usually yappy dog was quiet - and he could’ve sworn the person who had woken him and told him to come upstairs had vanished.
And right before the tidal wave of cosmic energy cremated him, he remembered a falling pot of scalding water which crashed onto his head as a young boy. An accident which his body wore no signs of. In fact, it most certainly never happen but the memory held him as the earth exploded and exploded.