misschris

so i was thinking about the end of the world while i was sitting on the bus this afternoon. i tried to picture what i would like it to be like.

i'm thinking...martini bar, chet baker playing on a juke box, lots of smoke in the air. as the juke box stops playing, a single trumpet player comes onstage and starts playing. it's slow, blue, and mournful. everything starts getting a little fuzzier while everyone gets another round of drinks. then, the fuzziness changes to just an absence...the walls are gone, the floorboards start to disappear. my glass, the table, my shoes, everything starts quietly slipping away. the last thing to go is the trumpet player. his trumpet is gone, but the last note of his song still hangs in the air. he blinks once, maybe hiding a tear, then, just turns around and walks away into the absence.