The latest in a long list of topics I have hurled myself into these past two weeks in the naive hope of distracting my anxiety for even just a few minutes, helicopters are all I’m choosing to think about right now. Wow, how do they work? The world is coming to an end. They’re such an exciting way to get around! Hovering celebrity death traps. I love the way they make grass flutter about playfully when they fly low. Rotor blades churn the debris on a deserted main street, sending an Aldi bag-for-life skating across the damp tarmac as the red machine rises towards an iron sky. “Remain indoors,” blares the public address system. I clutch my 48-pack of Charmin closer to my chest and disperse. Ah yes, it’s helicopters.
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