martedì 11 dicembre 2012

Family secrets.

Mom leaving in the middle of the night  age 16 - with car full of her shit. Working her way through nursing school and supporting herself while dating my dad. They married when she graduate nursing school. She was 20. He was 22.

She gave me this little metal pot and it was my only after Spain. Has been for 2 1/2 years. Lightweight and dinted, a tad rusty from the years. It's the first pot she ever bought herself. It cooked her teen belly meals in her own apartment. At age sixteen. In the fucking seventies. 

10 days and counting

Ten days til the end of the world. It oughta hurry up and get to ending. The entire world is a whole lot to deal with if you're talking about shutting down. I'm sure a process like that could technically take years.

And still.
All it could ever be is the end of what we know, modern society, capitalism, consumerism... fuck, it could even be the end of civilization. But none of that qualifies for 'end of world' status. Just as with the dinosaurs, she always bounces back beautifully.
I'm not worried about the world.

And you can try and save yourself.

Me, I'd be content to go down hand in hand with the ones I love. I'd be content with that.

I mean, none of us are getting out of here alive.