That is the end of this conversation.

One reason I'm so quiet is I've often finished the conversation in my head. That's not necessarily good or bad, just is.

[2013-03-08]

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Story Idea:
Musée de la Tristesse

A soldier is hunkered down in a foxhole; he's wearing a WWII-era uniform and helmet and writing on a pad of paper. Bombs are going off nearby; after each whistle and explosion, clods of dirt scatter off his helmet and pad of paper. He brushes the dirt off his paper and keeps writing.

Another soldier drops in next to him, holding his helmet down and crouching low in the foxhole.

What the hell are you doing? the second soldier shouts. Can't you see there's a war on?

Oh, I see it just fine, says the first one, and he keeps writing.

The war ends.

After the war, the soldier's journal is dug up next to his body and it finally comes to rest in a museum. There are no bullets or bayonets or bombs in this museum, just words. It's called the Musée de la Tristesse; it's in a muddy little European town that no one visits anymore since it got the shit bombed out of it in the war.

But all the town's school children go every year and they read the words the war left behind and they all grow up wishing there would be no more wars.

That is the end of this conversation.

[2013-04-18]

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