My Cardboard Balcony

I realize that this introspection, in particular, is not a very detailed one. Rather, it's simply a lead-up to the introspection next week that will be much more detailed and emotional. Next week and the week after, I will have time off to prep for my wedding, have my wedding, and then go on my honeymoon. The next introspection I write, in fact, will be the night before the big day. I honest to God can't think of anything else to say than that for the time being. There's a lot to think about, a lot to plan, a lot to get anxious about. Yes, I have been obsessively checking weather forecasts, even though they change at least slightly every day I look at the websites. Yes, the minutia of everything is building up in my brain like collected lint and dust. And yes, I am extremely excited to finally be marrying the love of my life after five years of being together - two of those being engaged. But I don't want to spill my guts out now and get all emotional and reflecti

Bulletproof by Belinda Roddie One shot between the eyes. And she still didn't die.

The city was cold. Very cold. It hadn't been this chilly in twenty years. Geoengineering had been a a mainstream practice for only two of said years. Either they were doing something right, or something very, very wrong. I was startled to see an old man selling coats on the street corner. Not typical light jackets we had these days, when we were lucky to get sixty degree weather; no, he was hocking the heavy ones, the kind I used to wear as a child, braving the wind and snow on my way to school.