Written 18 June, 2020.
He wakes up, perfectly well. The love of my life wakes up as if nothing had happened.
There’s been a meme going around that K sent me, bless her.
“Your grandparents were called to fight in world wars. You’re being called to wash your hands and sit on the sofa.
Don’t fuck this up.”
And I think, on my death bed (lacy pillow slip, weeping family and family retainers, Mendelssohn’s “Hebrides Overture” and Rembrandt lighting) , I’ll realise at last that we are called just to survive, love and be happy.
And it’s so simple, so easy,so appalling, to fuck this up.
I”ll think: Was all I had to do to be happy? In this beautiful world, was that really so hard?
Many people, most people, in this world are struggling day by day to survive. But for me, in a relatively well-run, relatively fair country, was it really so hard?
Was it really so hard?
Sophie Davis, is this what your Hoffemeyer meant?