I am having ice cream and wine because I have had both in one of the happiest nights of my life.
I did not know it back then. I thought the world would always be there and I had just figured out my personal relationship to things that just were and were good the way they were.
Ice cream and wine at midnight taste like having friends, like laughing and like seeing people I have known all my life. It tastes like singing together. Like knowing to be back next year.
But there was no next year.
There never was a tomorrow.
There was just Dystopia and a chance for the world to prove that it will keep spinning as if nothing happened, although everything happened and then nothing was possible anymore. Things move on without those things that matter.
What does even matter if you measure it by the pile of dead relatives between you and the next one?
Not so much, I am afraid.
I am having thoughts like these while teaching very young children from behind a glass cube, and I take these notes while they try to explain to me what they did not understand and I cannot look over their shoulder because that would be too close (we actually keep the class room doors open to see that no one makes an exception).
Just a normal day in 2021.
This is why I need my witch. Without Layla, the inside of my head is just terrifying.
Mistress witch writes 