Breakfast with Rachel...

posted by jeremy on May 09, 2005

& I sit staring at the old old hands of the old old woman sitting next to us, thinking, my parents may well die soon.

I talked to my mother yesterday & though her voice was strong, I just couldn't help but think of the inevitable... & wonder, exactly, how will I feel when that moment comes? Her death, my death, all our deaths. It's frightening, those moments when our mortality comes clear, the brief-ness of us revealed, our illusions betrayed.

"It's hard to remember we're alive for the first time. It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time." sings Modest Mouse on The Moon and Antartica. Today I remember.

A man had his throat cut about 150 feet from our front door a couple of weeks ago.

A bicyclist was exploded by a semi near my work a couple of days ago.

My breakfast comes & I wolf it down, hungry.