Requiem: The End Of Normal


towerThese were the last days of our lives.

These were the days when we discovered that we had no friends, as soon as we developed observations or concerns that did not mirror theirs. Friendships that had held for decades crumbled into dust based on a Facebook post or a single text message.

You could hate Him properly, or expect to lose Them.

Fire, everywhere. Everything was catching fire.

You could not expect to have a proper conversation with anybody. No thoughts could have been fought for, they had to be as instantaneous as they were apparently deep, tethered to something primordial in us all.

Once death began, it became easy.

And soon you were the same way. Old friendships worth no more than a rice paper, or a discarded match, after the  fire was lit, after the arson, the discharge that never sated anybody.

Was it worth it?

Let them, then, kill Him, kill your children, kill you.

Praise them as they finish the job. Tell them they were right all along.

Keep your eyes open to the end, and don’t blame God.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” my friend wrote me.

(We were still friends because we saw the same thing in the fire.)

“There’s no way I can buy that those shootings and that fire happened on the same day. I’ve never seen a building burn like that. Never. This is chaos.’

I called him but he did not pick up.



5 thoughts on “Requiem: The End Of Normal”

  1. Can people with very different opinions be friends?…or lovers and mates?

    There’s an interesting passage in Ayn Rand’s ‘We the Living’ (much better than her other books, IMO, from a literary standpoint.) The heroine, Kira, is a hater of communism, yet has become friends with the very committed communist Andrei. She tells him:

    “…you see, if we had souls, which we haven’t, and if our souls met—yours and mine—they’d fight to the death. But after they had torn each other to pieces, to the very bottom, they’d see that they had the same root.”

    I do think that probably people with similar core characters can develop very different views based on their life experiences. As Antoine de St-Exupery put it, based on his observations of the Spanish Civil War:

    “One man finds that his essential manhood comes alive at the sight of self-sacrifice, cooperative effort, a rigorous vision of justice, manifested in an anarchists’ cellar in Barcelona. For that man there. will henceforth be but one truth-the truth of the anarchists. Another, having once mounted guard over a flock of terrified little nuns kneeling in a Spanish nunnery, will thereafter know a different truth-that it is sweet to die for the Church.”

    It is possible I think for people of very different political opinions be be friends/loves/spouses, but it has become increasingly difficult and headed to becoming even more so.

  2. You write beautifully. We’re friends because we’re friends. You could write about how right Castro was all along and I’d still value your friendship.

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