Couple weeks

Like I said, it’s after week 10. It’s week 11 now, out of 15.

Basically at the end at this point.

It hit me yesterday, staring out into Lake Mendota, that these could be my last few weeks walking these streets.

Everyone acts like everything is fine. But it’s not fine.

I feel I am the only realist in this blind, hopeful world. And that all my friend are blind and hopeful.

They don’t understand how bad it is, has been, continues to get, and is going to be.

It is not manifestation. It is not lack of hope, but realism.

So they act like everything is fine, and we continue to go about our day. Am I the only one who thinks of it? Am I the only one who addresses it? The fact that these are the last times?

Perhaps it is out of kindness, perhaps it is best, to not remind the blind and hopeful people.