Displacement


I find it strange that whenever someone speaks to me about a car crash, a death or any number of faceless mishaps, it’s followed by an exclamation of its proximity.

“That’s right around that corner from where I live!”. As if that matters. Does the idea of these accidents, these deaths… do they suddenly become more real? Could it have been you?

To me, a death is a death, whether it be 5000 miles away or 5. It is not a matter of who.

I walk around knowing it’s always a possibility. No, it doesn’t scare me. Mostly, it makes me feel invincible. I hold death’s hand and we go everywhere together. Maybe when it’s time to let go, i’ll be beat.

My only hope is that when I do, I matter. Not my proximity.

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