Tuesday, May 10, 2016

What happens if we don't make it? Back from the shops? Back from exchange? Surgery? Lunch? Dinner date? Bachelor degree? Work? Vacation? Pet store? Bank job? Book club? Supermarket? Comic con? Prison? I wonder if I left anyone behind that I don't know about. There are plenty of people I've left behind that I do know about. Exes, police officers, nurses, teachers, friends, enemies, toxic acquaintances, parents, pets, cousins, grandparents, strangers, dates. I wonder if they know, against all odds, that sometimes I think of them, with wonder and fury and sadness and defeat and fear and happiness and regret and thankfulness. Existence is obscene.

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