I always thought the apocalypse would happen quickly for some reason
I didn’t think it was going to feel like dripping molasses that I’m documenting and studying
I didn’t know I was going to be on the front lines
I thought I’d be alive for it
I didn’t know I was going to be an essential team member to building what comes next
It’s like watching people spend all the money they’ve ever accumulated
As it dawns on them, they’re never going to make anymore really again
It’s like watching the
Who is going to crack first game?
It’s like chuckling to myself as I listen to wedding party banter among old friends
“What ever happened to the coalition??”
Someone asks
As if there is much emotional weight there
Like a memorable moment in a Chekhov play
“It’s a sinking ship.”
They all agree
I watch as a Historic New Orleans Collection worker tidies up the leftover of his lunch, grabs his umbrella, and goes
I’m having my lunch break indoors today
Unauthorized
There’s posters all over this coffee shop to what I can only assume was the first coffee shop in New Orleans
It was run by a slave in the French Market and with it
She bought her freedom
As the Western World collapses in triple slow motion everywhere I look
I know what’s mine
I know my vision
And I walk my path
My path
Not one that was advertised to me
I feel how I feel about where I am right now
And all I have to say is
“Watch it burn.
I’m not scared.”
I’m looking forward to a coffee I’m going to have next Friday with one of my only fellow comrades
Who knows
And is just as far into understanding what I also
Know
