I've been wondering today how it will be possible to write. Perhaps surreal poetry and certainly visual art will become the trend because our reality has shifted into another realm that I, for one, can hardly get my mind around. Maybe I can return to my subjects--properties of materials like glass and minerals, plant communication, birds-- but even the realities of those things that seem independent of us interact too much, and I don't refer only to environmental concerns. I refer to our vision of what is around us. Every non-human thing is the same but has somehow shifted, as after a death; and we have to get accustomed to this new place, this new life, having lost something we loved.