Low Battery

I live in a tiny house in east Austin with a couple of goats. I was deeply exploring non-dualistic reality when the juice apparently turned off, so—unlike all the rest of you zombies throughout the world—I didn’t really know anything until quite a bit later when I got up off of my cushion to brew some tea.

I was once told by a fellow writing student that I “have an imagination like a rabbit in a briar patch.”

However, this time my imagination failed.

It was still relatively early in the day, and I thought a circuit breaker had blown. But when I stepped outside and looked around the street I saw people were in front of their houses moving their arms and faces around like there was trouble. And then I saw what I thought was a plane or a helicopter drop ever so slowly from the sky into a field way down the block.

There was something wrong with it. It had a strange glimmering off-violet color and moved in odd slow, jerking motions. And then things snapped in place, and I realized that’s no plane or copter, Bubba. We are being visited.

I went back inside my place, and of course almost nothing worked with no electricity, no internet, no nothing.

The only device I had that still retained a small charge was this old-model iPad that I’m writing on now. There’s just about 5% charge left, so I’m not pausing very often or editing much of what I write here.

I’m just trying to get it all down. I don’t know if anyone will ever read it. I don’t know if anyone could ever read it with no power to-

Uh oh. It looks like a red message about the battery is warning me to plug-in before