I had walked the
twenty-something blocks to my house. It had been the longest night of my life.
My memories were foggy from that night. I just remember smoke and the brick
streets being lined by a thick, red liquid. I clenched my side where the stray
bullet was surely slowly taking my life. I looked down at my white shirt where
the warm, dark red liquid was dispersing at the wound.
The throbbing pain that
persisted was enough to knock me down on the ground. There I lay, all alone. My
mind flashes back to all the men who had fallen similarly as I had. It had only
taken them an extra ten minutes to finally be put out of their misery.
I had only known a handful
of these guys’ names. These men had put their lives on the line for a man who
didn’t even know their first name. It reminded me of a concept in A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and
Socialism by Deleuze and Guattari: we were all intertwined by each other
even if we didn’t really know each other. I laughed bitterly to myself.
It is funny though, how there can
be so many people around you but yet, you feel lonely.
So here I was at the end of
my life: alone.
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