05-01-10

Curtain.

It’s kind of odd to watch your life fold in on itself, like floors sliding together in an implosion. I made the mistake of assuming the worst was over as the dust cleared, but quickly leaned over the edge and realized I was still a few stories from the ground. No elevator, no stairs, the only way out was to burn the rest down. You cannot build a secure house on the skeletal remains of an old one–the slightest breeze will leave you at the mercy of a swaying wall. I’m not yet a carpenter, I have yet to develop those skills… But I am quite the pyro. Give me a gallon of gasoline and a lighter and I can make ash out of the best laid of intentions. Even the strongest bridge is no match for the likes of my own.

It’s a gorgeous town, it’s a shame nothing lasts in vero.