[100 days of 100 words] 51/100

[kitchen_kink]

What if the last thing you ever saw was the front of a bus, the barrel of a gun, the back of an airplane seat?

What if a rapidly approaching telephone pole were the end to your search for meaning?

Even if it were poetic, a final, limitless flight through silent summer air as you sailed from the seat of your bicycle, time slowing to stop-frame as you took in every sunspark, every green-black leaf, every red and blue chrome flash of cars catching the light, the conclusion would still be flat, unforgiving asphalt.

What if that is the meaning?

Comments

[mrf-arch.livejournal.com]

That may be the most depressing thought I've read all year.

Some sort of congratulations may be in order.

[dietrich.livejournal.com]

Er...thanks?

Seriously, though...I almost didn't write it because I thought, ew, dark shit. But then I thought no, the dark shit is exactly what I need to get out there.

Still, I think the message I wanted here is more about this life being the thing we have to make beautiful and great, and the fact that it could end suddenly, at any time, is the catalyst that gives our lives meaning.

[mrf-arch.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. :-)

Seriously, though...I almost didn't write it because I thought, ew, dark shit. But then I thought no, the dark shit is exactly what I need to get out there.

I'm glad you did write it. I mean, yes, it's dark. And challenging. But the good stuff is.

[lillibet.livejournal.com]

I had a dream not long ago that tested the theory that you always wake up before you die. I have no memory of the dream except for the final image: a tractor trailer's rear right corner flying directly at my windshield. I found myself very surprised to be awake and alive.

[greendalek.livejournal.com]

THAT did a far greater job of kick-starting my brain than this second cup of coffee is ever going to. Just... freakin' wow.