Oblivion
I am dead. I must be, because life as I know it is missing; nothing remains. Yet, surprisingly, it is not black as you might expect ‘nothing’ to be, but a murky grey misty colour, more like a very low grade ’something’. It is cold, so dreadfully cold, and I long for the warmth of a companion.
Then the grey splits momentarily and a luminous sign flashes by and screams at me, “Drink Coca-Cola!”, before disappearing again into the swirling mist.
The unbearable loneliness returns and soon I long for the next ad break.
that’s it. no more coca cola for me!
Uh. Perhaps borerom is as close to death as we can understand.
I would so much rather have Dr. Pepper!
“For today there is no day or night
today there is no dark or light
today there is no black or white
only shades of gray” The Monkees
Being in the “gray” is temporary once you choose the dark or light – hopefully the light.