Old Kurt‘s dead,
He fell and banged his head
And didn’t get up in the morning.
After the initial blow, he was fortunate to have another fifty-five years of life before the discombobulation of the event caught up with him. Around the world, a thousand “So It Goes” echo into the uncaring, arbitrary void.
I got Slaughterhouse 5 out of the library today. Seemed as good a time as any to read it.
~x~
for some reason i greeted this news with joy. maybe that’s taking the spirit of vonnegut a little too far?