And then one day you wake up and it’s December. The month of the end of the world. No, I don’t believe in this 12/21/2012 bullshit at all. But I do know that the world that I have come to know and love in the last couple of months, the world I have built for myself and adapted to, will break down on this day, never to exist in the same way again. I have thought about it a lot recently – about this end, that I sometimes wish would never come, and that in other moments I long for so desperately. How do I see it now? I don’t know.
