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high school seems like someone else's life.
i found for a long time that i really didn't care either way about going or not going to a reunion. if following on some hellish scenario in an alternate reality i still lived in the same town, i probably would have gone. but as it turned out i would have had to make arrangements to attend. so i didn't.
i'm still pretty close with one friend from high school and he lives closer so has gone to these things. when i get curious about this or that person, i ask him. a couple folk i lost track of long ago have bounced back to the surface via facebook and they just seem....o i dunno....like nice, regular folk.
i don't know if i would or would not go to a reunion now.
it isn't a question that occupies much of my attention.
i've just thought about it more than i've thought about the matter in a long time.
i still hate the town i grew up in. i still don't particularly care about reunions.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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