Here is my response to this week’s prompt:
The world ends in seven days. No one will believe you. What do you do with the time you have left?
I want very much to talk about this as though I were not in here. The last seven days of your life (and the lives of everyone else.) should be spent with those who love you and who you love in turn. This is not my journey. So it won’t be my response.
I have a favorite book that I’d like to read one more time. I would write every day. Yes it will all be wiped away in seven days, but seven days or seven billion years…Everything is wiped away. If nothing lasts, then why should it matter if it’s tomorrow or a week or to the end of time? We will all be gone, but I feel like the fact of the universe being one where we existed and where we did the things we did is an immutable fact that cannot be wiped away.
I would call my mother. I would turn off my TV and never turn it on again. I would spend an entire day with the guy over in the next pod who never leaves his cell and has no friends because his schizophrenia causes him to neglect his hygiene. There are a number of these guys, this being a mental health / uxit. Hell, I may spend every day of those seven this way. They have no money, no food, no family. No friends. I am not far from that now. There was a good 10 years of my life where I was in that same space. Most of that time in isolxxion cxlls. I only say this because there is no pain more preventable and more insidious than that caused by loneliness.
Nobody deserves to be alone. Thinking otherwise is a big reason we’re in this fucking mess.
I would like to end this on a positive note. I am sted. I know some really cool people that I look forward to talking to and hearing from like a kid at Christmas.. And I am really liking this song ‘Highrise’ by Leathers. So…well…Not terrible.:-)
Robert Hiraeth 