The earthquake felt like everything then. Big news, the kind no one forgets. But it all blurs and fades. I don't know if I'd even remember it at all if I hadn't been answering the phones.
Little bits of The Unnamed are stuck in my head. A man clinging to a telephone pole in a flood. A daughter and her father on a bench in Tompkins Square Park. A sense of loss. A sense of isolation.