Prose Friday

This just feels right today.  I can't explain why I love this so much, it's from Bret Easton Ellis' novel Lunar Park.  But I heard someone read it once, I'm sure on NPR, but I can't find the link.  I loved this passage so much that I sought out and read the novel just to get to this part.  I keep it close to me and I reread it often.  (although my big ego forced me to edit it a bit... sorry BEE)

...everyone was too young to grasp that our life was folding in on itself -- it was so foolish and touching to think at one point that somehow we would all be spared, but the ashes pushed forward and covered an entire city with a departing cloud ...I saw my father walking toward me -- he was a child again and smiling and he was offering me an orange ...the ashes began bleeding into the images and drifted over his mother as she slept and dusted the face of my son who was dreaming about the moon ...The ashes were collapsing into everything and following echoes. They sifted over the graves of his parents and finally entered the cold, lit world of the dead where they wept across the children standing in the cemetery...  losing themselves somewhere beyond my reach, and then vanished, and the sun shifted its position... something new was conceived... From those of us who are left behind: you will be remembered, you were the one I needed, I loved you in my dreams. (p 306)