I had to come back to Michael Paterniti today. His essay on SwissAir flight 111 is devastatingly lively. Terribly imminent.

Read it urgently.

Do you remember the last time you felt the wind? Or touched your lips to the head of your child? Can you remember the words she said as she last went, a ticket in hand? 

They knew what was coming: the huge fuck, the something terrible. God save them. One controller began trembling, another wept.

It was falling. …

There are no survivors. …
Grief is schizophrenic. You find yourself of two minds, the one that governs your days up until the moment of grief … and the one that seeks to destroy everything afterward. …
You will never see your loved ones again, he said.