1976 killed 990 people in a Northern Italian earthquake. That’s 990 fewer people to ask the question: *what did we do that night?* I wonder who their first questions were for — a sibling, a child, a dog. I don’t know what mine would be.

The driveway was empty at 10:54, which means something, maybe not much.

I’ve been thinking about the number 36. I don’t trust it.