The following is a downer. On top of that, it’s a downer where I plug a charity at the end, with guilt as my weapon. You’ve been warned.
A lot of people are atheists. They belive when you die, that’s all. You’re gone, poof.
If they’re right…well, all we have is each other and the things we do while alive.
How many of you have been to the post office?
You know that wall you walk by, where the bright cheerful eyes burn out of misplaced school photos?
You know most of them are dead, right? You walk by a thousand child murders and worse every day, on your way to pick up your junk mail and cell phone bill, on your way to send back that defective Tivo. Subconciously you know that they are dead, hauled into a strange ice-cream truck or big rig or civic hatchback (what – you think there’s no economy-minded serial slayers?), and you know every poster represents an unpunished killer, an anonymous brutal parent or dark stranger that ended someone’s life the way you’d throw out a sticky blow-up doll….
You can’t hear their voices anymore. Screaming, “I never saw anything. I never did anything. I never made love. I never flew in an airplane. I DIED BEFORE I WAS OLD ENOUGH TO PICK OUT MY OWN FUCKING CLOTHES, LOOK AT THIS GODDAMN SCHOOL PICTURE I GET FOR A TOMBSTONE, SO ENJOY YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TIVO”
If the atheists are right, dying without a name is the worst death of all. Because the only imortality we have is in each other’s mind.
If you’re bored at home or work, you really like CSI, or you had a friend that just never came back to class, and you still remember her name…you can just do whatever…or you can go here.
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I don’t think it was worth it
the last thing Stanley said to me
Twenty four years then a bullet in the chest and
I still see him in my sleep
Fifteen dollars in the purse He could not save
Her family didn’t buy a stone to mark his grave
This broke my heart, opened my eyes…thank you. Kisses, Kate
ps. And kissing girls can be fun forever…as long as you’re kissing the right one.
I don’t think I like the sound of your post offices. But seriously, this is so sad, and so scary.
Well that just depressed the shit out of me.
does it help you appreciate how you’ve made it as far as you have? it should…
what I find strange is how people say there is no such thing as a “perfect crime” yet here are an astounding number of disappearances and even murders that remain unsolved. Not to mention cases where people simply walked away from their lives.
It’s heartbreakingly sad, as well, to all those left behind.
Thanks for this.
And see, I’m wondering where this came from, what made you think of this…?
I have actually thought the same thing as I have walked through my small poat office millions of times. I never thought anyone else had the same thoughts about the pictures. It’s so sad and so true.
Now, instead of going to a post office, I get mail to my box…the pictures are sent to my box. That’s a slap in the face as well; to see the faces on the kitchen table.
‘You know that wall you walk by, where the bright cheerful eyes burn out of misplaced school photos? ‘
I like your descriptions. Not to sound callous, commenting upon this as if it’s a piece of literature. But I do find your descriptions to be creative, effective, and impactful.
heartbreaking
I guess you did warn me
I always assumed that the kids were taken by a parent, or a relative, and are living a happy life somewhere. I guess I’m too much of an optimist. now I’m depressed…
“Non-familial abduction” …they don’t usually post family abductions as missings…
Yeh, that’s about the saddest thing I can think of in a long time.
RYN on girls playing poker – I believe, as does Annie Duke, that we do have certain advantages playing against men. Especially those guys with certain preconceived notions and attitudes against poker-playing females.
Thanks for the feedback!