It’s arguable if it’s healthy or not. For some, watching these movies can be a curative experience, whether it leaves the rest of us beguiled or not. My anxiety is relieved by some of the most deranged horror movies most people I know wouldn’t watch, so I get the mechanism. And hey, I love these movies and books and comics and shows, too. At the same time, I recognize how this overexposure to apocalyptic content feeds into an already oversized sense of planetary existentialism.
It was always the same deal in my case at least, loving each other on both ends, just never meeting in the middle. I know, I rolled my eyes too. I didn’t know any better.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, waiting to eat. You remark that it won’t be much longer, that I must learn how to be patient.
My grandpa was an asshole. Ask anybody who knew him. He was quick to anger, found any reason to take someone to court, and was wildly inappropriate—making me believe that my middle name was ‘retard’ for the first ten years of my life and that ‘greaseball’ was a term of endearment for Italians.
We take up space without acknowledging ever having done so—embarrassed to be spotted in the fray. So finding myself on this gray bus on this gray day should be the grandest torture I have in store.
It should be.
WHEN THE WHITE FACES arrived on the shores of The River, beaching their longboats on the sand, and staring to the deep thickets of woods where they knew not that we were hiding, we were not surprised. Had the great Okeus not foretold us of their coming? Did we not make offerings of blood, deer suet, and tobacco to protect us from this tide?
But while Fred’s life was happy and safe,
Deep down, he yearned to go to space.
I sit in the corner of the coffee shop. My legs crossed. Today I am wearing my platform Mary Jane’s. They’re maroon, perhaps burgundy, but nonetheless outstanding shoes.