the world burns
and don’t ignore the fact that the world fucking deserves it
that motherfucker knew exactly what it was doing

yet i’m sitting in my very not-metaphorical hot tub
late
in the evening
gazing at the flames off in the distance behind the show-covered trees

and i’m happy damnit

not with the outcomes. or the fires. or the inevitable impending doom

but with this. right now. right here. things are fucking good. and fun. and there are so few moments where my own shit isn’t on fire i simply must take what i can get.

even death cab can be enjoyed with a smile.

it’s weird though.