Hannah Florence
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if you're into hearing someone else's mental sludge, this is mine.
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Eulogies
Eulogy 1: Civic Duty You were unremarkable in the way only young men can be. Confident, cocky, and wholly forgettable. We clumsily fucked until you were spent, and happy, and euphoric. I wish I could say you were charming or astonishingly handsome but I cannot. You were scared. The next morning your life would change in ways that cannot be specifically foreseen. I hope the collective always celebrates you on Veterans Day and not Memorial Day, but for me you will always only be a duty I served to my country.
By Hannah Florence3 years ago in Humans
Nothing
When the money came, she was stunned. The thunderous crack of acknowledgement surprised her from the mundane existence she had created for herself. Those who knew her well, witness to her shedding and becoming, knew it was only a matter of time though. Enough money to make a difference. Enough to fortify her. Not enough to satiate her or diminish her desires. The money gave her an ease of movement with a higher dedication to her calling. It changed nothing, and everything. She still had a phone with cracks in the screen and a computer with a wonky space bar. She still wore the same worn out sweaters, holes in the hems and armpits. She still drank her favorite tea at night, quietly, reading. But it freed her significantly. Her time belonged to her. She could come and go as she pleased, take projects as she pleased, indulge curiosities as she pleased. Like I said, the money changed nothing, and everything.
By Hannah Florence5 years ago in Humans
