Today, as I sat down to get started on my homework, I looked out my window at the utterly beautiful weather outside, the kind of weather that encourages dusty, dirty feet and books covered in sunlight, and I saw a plastic bag slowly drifting through the air in front of my second floor window. It was white with a large BP Amoco logo on it and I couldn’t help but think, Hey, that’s kind of neat. And I think that’s the way our world is going to die. Slowly, quietly and with a beauty that is terrifying and pacifying all at the same time.
The new story is coming along pretty well except for my complete lack of an ending. It’s difficult because I know how I want it to end and I think I know how it should end and those two things are very different. Normally I would throw my own ideas out the window and write it the way it’s supposed to be but this story is a lot about hope and change and there isn’t much hope in the ending that seems right. And maybe that’s the message.
