I’ve recently thought about what I’d do if the world was ending. If the phone lines all crashed – if nobody could contact each other… I don’t know how I’d react.
I couldn’t go to Long Island because I’d have to drive through NYC. All the roads would be blocked and that’s honestly the dumbest location to be. I can’t see my parents – they’re too far. Gas would be hard to come by and I wouldn’t be able to get as far as DC, let alone Florida.
I hope my parents wouldn’t come to me. I hope they’d live a normal day; enjoy the sun—walk the dogs—drink wine. I hope they’d hope the best for me, but fade away with linked shadows.
Where does that leave me? Who will stand by my side? I can only hope that my friends do. But there’s a yearning in me for the love of my life to be there, linking my shadow as together they stretch, longer and longer, out, ultimately, to an infinite length.
But for now, shadows only fade and the sun rises again. Thankfully, there is still time before the end of the world.
