If It Dies

He looked me in the eyes, and with the utmost seriousness a man could muster, he asked me, “What happens if writing dies?? What if technology has made us irrelevant?!” What then?!”

I couldn’t look a man like that in the eyes, so I looked up the ceiling, and asked him

“Have you ever taken a shit so gnarly in public that you had to turn your headphones down?”

He got a little heated.

“What is wrong with you??”

I looked back at him and smiled.

"Well, have you?"

CH 8/27/23