I grew into nothing, that's all that was waiting for me. I grew, and changed, and wondered who that other person used to be, when I thought about it at all, which wasn't often. Truth be told, I never thought about it, but I thought you might like the story better that way.
And then later I grew up, and looked around. I had grown out of nothing and into nothing. Had I become nothing? I'm not even sure what that would mean. Nothing is just an abstraction, an absence, a no-thing. Was I looking at it all wrong, the whole time? Missing the burnt-down forest for the clear-cut trees?
Cynical? Well, I've earned it. But don't worry, kid. You will too.
"Nothing" is hard to understand.
ReplyDeleteGood stuff.
ReplyDeletetotally. and that last line is great. the "kid" reference really adds to the cynical, world-weary kind of tone.
ReplyDeleteI actually thought of it a little bit self-referentially - like the future speaking to the younger self.
ReplyDeleteha! even better, really.
ReplyDelete"chaos is the score upon which reality is written."-- henry miller