story: Comet

author: James Salter

year: 2005

where: taxi, way to work

note: the building beside mine was on fire last night

a line: “None of them could know, none of them could visualize Mexico City and the first unbelievable year, driving down to the coast for the weekend, through Cuernavaca, her bare legs with the sun lying on them, her arms, the dizziness and submission he felt with her as before a forbidden photograph, as if before an overwhelming work of art.”