Tomorrow's Flight

by M.E. Ellington

Do terrible people ever bother to consider their terribleness? I don’t think so. At the very least, I will take comfort in that for the time being.

While humans could not experience time in any other way than how they experienced it, that did not mean their perceptions were correct.

The worst thing about a nightmare was waking to find that reality was worse than what you’d just dreamed.

this experience has made me think that Kubler-Ross may have oversimplified the stages of grief. Where is the terror? Where is the guilt? How do you process grief when traumatic events pile on top of one another relentlessly? Do you give up? Do you find someone to blame? WTF do you do?

I refuse to view this strange adventure as a tragedy.

“You know how hard it is to give up your refuge, even when you know it’s a pit of despair, so long as you believe the other side is worse.”