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1.According to numerous tabloid accounts of near death experiences (various “sensationalist”papers of the modern day—

The National Enquirer

The Sun

The Globe

The Weekly World News

— and their contemporary television counterparts—

Hard Copy

and

Current Affair)

, thereis a moment, in those waning seconds of conscious, earthly physicality, where all those forcesthat constitute our matter— the electricity, the magnetism, the gravity— lose their sway and youare set free— jettisoned into the realm of the ethereal, emancipated from those things that holdyou down, or, at least, in this case, hold you up.Of the many images that humanity has bestowed upon itself in the days since the scientificrevolution— the toxic, jaw-dropping, “I am become death” rhetoric-rousing, exoticism of themushroom cloud spread and ascent, the disconcerting loneliness of a person standing on themoon, vast, empty space stretching on and on behind them, and the gift of the image itself, bothstill and in motion— the trajectory of a crashing jetliner is one of the most privileged. Not thefalling, poetic screaming of the ailing fighter lost amidst the ever deteriorating, entropic frame of battle, or the descending, banal whine of the primitive, unsophisticated propeller plane, but thebulky grandeur and horror of the jetliner.Watching the Virginia sky above them, Martina Plymouth-Neon, Johnny “The Migraine”Imitrex, and Tamika Talvera saw the jetstream of Worldwide Airlines Flight 513 twist in a largecircle around them. Falling as it went, the puffy, black tubular cloud made, as Tamika remarked,a grand, burnt curly fry in the sky. “It’s crashing,” Tamika also remarked, holding Martina’s andJohnny’s hands.Aboard Worldwide Airlines Flight 513, Corva Coleman, her clothing recently doused by anarrant cup of (fortunately) sub-steaming Cappuccino, sat next to Robin Lefler. Robin bracedCorva’s hand and held her head down. Corva looked to Robin and said,“I’m sorry, Robin.”Robin cricked her head to face Corva, struggling to turn her crouched-down neck, “Sorry?What do you mean?”“I knew this plane was crashing. I knew it the whole time. I should have told you to get off.”