Consider the huckleberry. It is a stubborn plant, one that only grows above a certain altitude and in a particular climate, so they can be difficult to locate. But where it does grow, it flourishes, so many people find themselves in a huckleberry patch in the summer, picking to their heart's content. For those new to huckleberries, however, perhaps an introduction, a tutorial of sorts, is in order. Step One: If you want to find huckleberries, you have to go to where the huckleberries are. So what you will have to do is load up your poor wheezing minivan with your family and friends, and drive clear the hell up to the top of a mountain, somewhere in the eastern part of the Pacific Northwest. You will drive up to the top and view several lakes which should be spectacular but will find yourself distracted by the wind, the smoke of wildfires and the looming specter of the death of your mother. Step Two: find a patch. You will pack everybody back up in the...
I want to show you something you said, and you pulled the fuse from your chest. And I stood, I did, and I watched you light it and watched it burn. Now watch you said, as I explode. I can't I say I can't stay, but what is there but to stay, to watch, what is there but to bear witness? And it burns, it hisses and sputters, but it burns. What can I do? Should I leave you alone? Is there a safe distance? is there a way to not get hurt? Should I walk away, leave you to your violent end? And of course I can't, and of course you know that. Watch this, you said, and lit the fuse. And I can't stand it, and I reach for it, I try to put it out, stop the burn, but it slips through my fingers, like smoke, like a ghost, I reach and you grab my hand and you say no. Watch this, you said, and lit the fuse. There is an inevitability to it, the inevitable explosion the inevitable end, you lit the fuse and asked me to watch as you die; I want to show you something, you ...