Die Tonight
I am hysterical about being executed.
Boat-like vehicle down the road
C. is sailing it
Look up at a ladder and think it is beautiful or that I am beautiful
Lovely general feeling of freedom swooping in a sailing kind of way
Then I know I am doomed to die with C.
I am hysterical about being executed.
I sense that my hysteria is slightly trumped up; that I am over-reacting to our imminent deaths. Knowledge of this briefly heightens my enjoyment of being alive.
Someone says, can you imagine what it would be like to know when you’re going to die?
I reply, can you imagine what it would be like to know you were going to die tonight?