Kristina Silva
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Death Around Every Corner
I feel like I always knew what death was. My parents never had to have a scary, sad conversation with me as to what exactly happens when you die. I think this was partially because my parents knew so many dead people. I would point to a picture and ask who it was. They would tell me who and they they were dead. They were gone forever and I would never see them. That was fine. I was far to young to wish I had met them. I was also too young to feel sad about it, so that didn't really matter. I knew what death was. That's all. Except, that wasn't all. Now I knew I would die, and I have never had a day go by where I don't think about it.
By Kristina Silva5 years ago in Confessions
50 Journal Entries
Entry 46: I went out this morning to look for supplies. They’re getting harder and harder to come by these days. I’ve more or less been living off a concoction of water, vitamins, and canned soup that expired about two years ago. I think al the canned goods expired two years ago. I’m not really sure. All the labels are starting to look the same.
By Kristina Silva5 years ago in Futurism
