Warm. Cold. Wet. Dry. Pain, no pain. Nothing at all, just darkness and a glowing triangle flickering dimly in the distance. Blood seeping into the dirt. Raindrops. The faraway voice of someone she loved. Nightmares a hundred years long. Wait - was what that last one?
Saw a little girl and her dad whizzing past on identical scooters, and she was yelling “I can’t wait for the new Star Wars movie! It’s going to be awesome!”
Truly heart-warming to see such youthful enthusiasm. But all I could think was “Obi-Wan once thought as you do. You don’t know the power of the Star Wars franchise, to take idealistic expectations and grind them to dust.”