As Boyz II Men sang, "it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday."
It's hard to say goodbye to love, to friends, to ourselves. Our identity is a myth we make. We were early at a party, early enough to miss all those pretentious kids that knew about Catharsis before you. You had a long hard day making protest fliers with all the A's circled and you just want to makeout with the new punks and practice reciting early Amiri Baraka with the only other black punk there.
Okay, maybe this is just my myth...In time we have to say goodbye to all the truths we were convinced of so that we can acclimate to the ever changing world. You can get a credit card with an Anarchy symbol on it now, weird right? Our End is neigh but maybe it's not such a big deal? Maybe there's a sunshine after the rain.
Goodbye is comprised of three vignettes: A myth about polyamory, a parable about real punks, and an argument for aging gracefully or killing yourself.
