In the Next Galaxy

About Me

Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will be all Catskills with brand
new wrap-around verandas.
The idea of Hitler will not
have vibrated yet.
While back here,
they are still cleaning out
pockets of wrinkled
Nazis hiding in Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,
certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water.

-Ruth Stone

Blogs I follow:

1. In the depths of the crisis I thought I could make myself feel better if I wrote love letters to the universe and thereby reminded myself of all the wonderful coincidences that led to my life bring what it is.

   I checked the registry and that tumblr already existed and, being in the throes of a crisis partially predicated on the ‘there’s nothing new in the universe - so what’s the point?’ variety of nihilism, I didn’t end up doing it after all.

   Well, universe. You win. I love you, alright? You take absurdly the best care of me, and teach me how to take such good care of myself, and EVERYTHING works itself out, doesn’t it? So I’m just going with it now. For the lulz.

   Ps if you could tell me why people keep calling you Sweet Baby Jesus, that’d be swell also.

   PPs for future cari: see especially that part where it all works out; remember that that means IN THE END and just deal with it if you’re upset for a hot second. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.