before we left for Maryland, i teared up knowing the lives of the people i care for are at risk. my new family. a city pregnant with dreams and ambitions - is now a potential Atlantis.
sure you would still be here. but you would be underwater.
there's probably a reason why i had this vision of cherries wearing snorkels. they were a choir. looking at me. i was looking at them from a high angle. a non-fruit spectator. they were waiting for me to signal something.
who knows if cherries need to breathe underwater?
*need i reiterate that absurdity and happiness always go together. albert camus is so right!*
i feel like we spend our entire lives working our asses off for security and permanence.
only to find, in the end, that they are all in vain -
we are merely a speck of dust. mother nature is a mountain. good luck with that.
words come to mind.
survival. permanence. vanity. immortality.
what legacy would you leave in a world that is underwater?