Tread
Last night, we watched a documentary about a violent rampage. The film is called Tread. A welder with a grudge against his city’s government levels the town hall, the mayor’s house and eleven other structures piloting a bulldozer fortified with steel armor and guns. He shoots himself afterward. “I can’t imagine all that anger contained in one human being,” you said. We are two 20-somethings who own almost nothing but our iPhones. We have so much anger yet to feel. For that reason, I can’t imagine you growing old, but I think about growing old together. If we owned a bulldozer, we’d dig a garden. One of us will die first. Most likely, we’ll grow apart before then. The flowers would look like God trying to tell me I need Him.
The Fly
Last night, we watched a movie about a scientist who becomes a monster. The film is called The Fly. You said Jeff Goldblum reminded you of me if I was smarter. He’s a handsome man. I noted parallels between the gradual disfigurement of Jeff Goldblum’s character and alcoholism, addiction, sin, etc. I like movies where women operate firearms. Guns remind me of when we saw that homeless guy get shot in Nashville. He just sank. Sometimes, I want to promise you I won’t become more of a monster than I already am. You’ve attended both my grandfathers’ funerals. You know how this transformation came to pass. I’m sorry. We were boys once and that makes my head hurt. Do you ever dream about back then? If yes, do you dream of how fragile we were or how beautiful?
The Sound of Music
Last night, we watched a musical about a talented family on the run. The film is called The Sound of Music. We kissed a lot. We had sex. We made spicy chicken salad. People were singing in the background.
-- Cletus Crow is a writer.