wouldn't it be sweet to trick-or-treat at Yoko Ono's? I have never much been inspired by her but she is a really interesting person. wouldn't that be something, to have such an intimate connection/knowledge to someone so famous and beloved the world over--knowing what their favorite color was, their favorite food, mudane banal information.

she gets such a bad rep but she's probably really sweet in person.

anyway it's a Friday. I am trying to write an apocalypse story but it keeps coming out too much like the Road.

"Jemmy has been sainted for a long time, but we are still walking toward home. He told us that all our troubles would be over the minute he got holy. When it finally did happen, he said success just tasted like wormy apples and started to cry. Juliette asked him to say a blessing over all of our parents on his sainting day, but she was just being nice. We haven’t seen our parents since a long time ago. Their bodies long ago fell apart into ashes, the ashes on our faces and the ashes we breathe. But I didn’t say this out loud because it would have made Jemmy cry again.

We are still walking toward home because walking is what they told us to do. Jemmy cries when he thinks we are not looking. He pulls his scarf over his face and sobs into the wool. Being a saint is not as great as he thought it would be, he says. Tears make pale tracts on his grimy face and he snuffles something awful. I have started plugging my ears with bits of paper and string just so I can get some sleep when the sun comes up, when we are all safe beneath the bridges.

It is my job to hold the map. It is Juliette’s job to hold the Baby Buffalo and to watch the clock. It is Jemmy’s job to make the night fires and do the praying. It is Wean’s job to watch the road. It is the Baby Buffalo’s job to tell us what to do.

When the sun comes up we run for the bridges. That’s the first thing we learned."


....see what I mean?


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