"But would you want to stay? He dreamed he was lost in a snowstorm, only it wasnt snow; it was flying pages which filled the world, destroying direction, and each page was covered with typing, and all the ns and ts and es were missing, and he understood that if he was still alive when the blizzard ended, he would have to fill them all in himself, by hand, deciphering words that were barely there. Again and again he saw her flying across the room, again and again he saw her bringing her fist down on the remains of his knee with all the force of an angry drunk hammering on an oak bar, again and again he was swallowed in that terrible blue-white nova of pain. He looked down into the spillage from the drawer, but there was only the change, a pen, a comb, and his watch.
And it was a heart attack.
Some people have appointments in Samarra; I think you may well have had one with a pile of laundry or a dead cat on a flight of stairs. For April FoolsDay four years ago hed had a small booklet privately printed and had sent it to a dozen close acquaintances.