end of the world
We thought we'd go see the end of the world.
I mean, it didn't really matter. It was going to happen either way. It just... we could either sit around feeling down about it, or we could go out with a bang. Literally.
The city was pretty abandoned, houses boarded up and all. I don't know where everyone went. It seemed to me that it was pretty dumb that people thought they could run away. It was human nature, though, I guess. People trying to hide from the inevitable.
My friend stole a car and we all piled in. It was okay. No one was using it. It wasn't stealing so much as just sort of taking. It felt for an instant like that sort of night you have when you're a teenager, where you and all your friends feel like you're invincible as you speed along the highway in someone's dad's car. It felt like that.
Except there was no suggestion of stopping for burgers. We all knew perfectly well that everything was closed. We'd all known this night was coming.
We were in good spirits. Better than you might expect. The truth of it hung over us in the air but we smiled at each other and laughed and we acted normal. Celia took pictures, even though we knew they'd never be seen.
We did these things because this was how we coped. And we sat in the middle of the city, a big old blanket shared between all of us, and we held each other and we watched the sun burn out in the sky, and we drank wine straight from the bottle.
And we waited.
I mean, it didn't really matter. It was going to happen either way. It just... we could either sit around feeling down about it, or we could go out with a bang. Literally.
The city was pretty abandoned, houses boarded up and all. I don't know where everyone went. It seemed to me that it was pretty dumb that people thought they could run away. It was human nature, though, I guess. People trying to hide from the inevitable.
My friend stole a car and we all piled in. It was okay. No one was using it. It wasn't stealing so much as just sort of taking. It felt for an instant like that sort of night you have when you're a teenager, where you and all your friends feel like you're invincible as you speed along the highway in someone's dad's car. It felt like that.
Except there was no suggestion of stopping for burgers. We all knew perfectly well that everything was closed. We'd all known this night was coming.
We were in good spirits. Better than you might expect. The truth of it hung over us in the air but we smiled at each other and laughed and we acted normal. Celia took pictures, even though we knew they'd never be seen.
We did these things because this was how we coped. And we sat in the middle of the city, a big old blanket shared between all of us, and we held each other and we watched the sun burn out in the sky, and we drank wine straight from the bottle.
And we waited.