An old man, a truly great and wonderful man, reflects on his life with brutal honesty. When an aged June looks at him from the stairs (2:36) and Johnny sings, “what have I become, my sweetest friend“, well, I could not hold in my emotion. He sings, “everyone I know goes away in the end” …. and I believe both of them died not so long after this video.
It is the reason for today’s question. I have this sense of foreboding that I won’t be alive for another year. Sometimes I have nightmares about my own empire of dirt. More than once I woke up in a cold sweat. I often wonder before I fall asleep, “Will it be tonight, Oh Lord?“. Maybe it’s all the doom porn. Maybe I’m just fucken nuts. But, the thoughts persist … and I wish it would stop.
I’ll be surprised if this gets 20 responses. That’s OK, no disappointment here. Kind of a macabre question. Who the hell wants to talk about their own demise?