POV: VIVIAN
I go back to New York because Paris, which was supposed to be the place I learned to breathe, has become the place where I watched television coverage of a debris field in the English Channel for four days without leaving the apartment, and the walls of it have acquired the specific quality of walls that have witnessed something that should have been witnessed somewhere else.
The flight is long and I spend it in the specific quality of suspension that long flights produce when you are traveling toward something you don't want to arrive at, and when the plane lands at JFK the photographers are there, which I was told to expect and am not prepared for anyway.
