six months after the video came out, watching Bad Romance still makes me relive all that anger I felt after Liza died. so much disbelief and rage that it sank down inside my body and turned to inflammation. every time I ride by her bike or go to Metropolis, I still feel it. how could this terrible thing happen? how could someone so brightly burning just be gone?
it's summer again and I think of all the things we couldn't fit in last year that we were saving for this year. there's the oil spill and the Gaza blockade and the Guatemalan sinkhole and more than ever it feels like the world is ending.
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