Though I think it's an aspect that Heather finds unsettling, I can often find there to be something awe-inspiring in catastrophe, in horror. Maybe that's the same side of me that often thinks the most interesting stories--the most moving and affecting--are the darkest ones. Whatever it is, it manifests when I try to put myself in the shoes of someone watching Hitler's rise to power, try to imagine what it would be like to have the realization dawn on you that a man you thought to be a charismatic dictator was actually a genocidal maniac.
I try to imagine what fits of imagination were required to assimilate the scale of destruction wrought by the atom bomb when nothing like it had ever been seen before--I try to imagine that watershed moment when the realization sinks in and your view of the world is upended by a weaponized piece of science fiction. I try to flesh that out to wonder what weapons we could never imagine are currently out there in development; I try to imagine what it will be like when they are released and we have to reformat our worlds to make them make sense.
