The Last Day

Yesterday morning I very deliberately thought to check the shoe size of a new pair of boots I have had for several months. I remember that clearly happening yesterday morning because I was going to walk outside and I remember I stepped in a deep puddle of water and I was disappointed after water began filling in around my socks and feet. I thought to myself I should have seen that coming because a closer examination inside the boot would have revealed those aren't water-proof. I remember that very well from yesterday morning because I came back in to my apartment after I got back and I changed my socks.

I keep waking up as often soon thinking that I am going to wake up one of these days and everyone will just be gone. I have had the notion in my mind most of my adult life, probably since reading sometime in the 1980s Stephen King's "The Stand" and the more conventional story "The Last Ship" sometime around 1988 and the plague-story set in the 1930s or so that I forget the name of, but now I wonder just how crazy that would make me, how crazy I would get because of the reality, how insane that would drive me to realize that everyone had simply disappeared from the face of the Earth and no one person besides myself and no animals even were left on the planet. I imagine the kind of ecological disaster that is waiting for when the gasoline station tanks finally all rust out and all across the country those gasoline tanks underground begin leaking gasoline into the ground. That would happen all about the same time, maybe thirty years, how long do those last in the ground?



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 5:06 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Tuesday 04 March 2014