He blew her some kisses but they were emoji kisses. They would have to do.
“I truly wish I shared your optimism.”
“Me to,” she replied, virtually – hoping to stave off his reasons for wanting to go on to some place that might be a little more like heaven – or some place that wasn’t at all, anything.
“On your last note, seems a little presumptuous. The end may be glorious.”
Who knows what is to come? Certainly some may think they do. Seems more fitting to wait and see. Braver anyway.
Today the little space heater quit all of a sudden. “Well, there that goes,” she thought and her next thought was, “I guess it’s time to invest in a wood burning stove. Get off this lazy sit expecting electricity to never fail and for products to last longer than a season.” It was only 55° F inside – but clothes and blankets can get rather cumbersome.
More expectations of ease.
It turned out the kitties had roughhoused around the plug and pulled it out. She could go back to being lazy and wasting some more money.
“Wood can be free. What else can be free? Hmm.”
She was drumming up ideas for how to get out of the matrix – the coming nano, cloud connecting, reset, AI, jab matrix. She wondered how she could become invisible – elude and evade the enemy.
“It’s always something – electricity and appliances failing or jabs coming.”
London bridge is falling down.
How to be happy. Just be happy.
She was also wishing that he was free. She was wishing that she could say, “Let’s start over. Let’s try it again. This time, let’s be happy.”
He wasn’t a kind to be very happy. Some people are just made that way. He was inclined to be encumbered with depression. She could be too if she wasn’t careful.
Art. Art saves a person’s soul. There is truth in art and truth is what will set the spirit free. Making it especially.
Maybe he needed to make some art.
Hopefully the sun will come around again tomorrow with its warming rays and brightness. Or perhaps some rain. Either way – maybe tomorrow we can all start over.
Let’s start over.