Sometimes I picture what it’ll be like after I’m gone.
The streets I drive on today, and all of the roads I’ve traveled in the past, will still be driven by eager travelers. In my mind I watch how the stores I frequent will continue to serve happy customers. I notice that everyone I know who is lucky enough to outlive me is moving on and settling into a world without old KenJos…they are all O.K.
Despite my ego’s attempts to convince me otherwise, a perpetual darkness does not fall upon the land. The sun rises and falls, just as it has for all recorded time. Nothing stops.
They will keep making the television shows I so desperately cling to. Maybe I’ll never know how he met their mother.
**Side Note: I often think about all of the people who were fans of that show that have since died, never…
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