Not Yet Corpses, Still We Rot
I find it ironic, weird as it may be, that today is Friday the 13th. With that said, here is an ode I never thought I will get to write. (To the ones here, you have been blessed by my left hand) Exactly one year ago today, something rather inconvenient almost happened. No, this is not the beginning of a mystery novel. It is also not a philosophical musing on the passage of time (although if you’ve read anything here before, you know that I will inevitably wander into that territory anyway). What it is, however, is a peculiar sort of anniversary. One that technically should exist. And yet, (thankfully?), does not. If timelines worked like poorly edited Netflix shows with alternate endings, today would have been a rather sombre occasion. There would probably be a few dramatic flashbacks, some melancholic piano music in the background, and a long monologue about “ what could have been .” Thankfully, the universe decided against that particular script. Instead, here we are. Now before anyo...
