love, apocalypse, memory, hope We didn’t know it then, but 2021 was a year of small endings. Not the dramatic, fire-and-brimstone kind — more like the slow fade of a song you didn’t realize was playing.
— for everyone who loved through the static love at the end of the world -2021-
Here’s a draft for a blog post titled — written in a reflective, poetic, slightly melancholic style, as if looking back from a near future. Title: love at the end of the world -2021- love, apocalypse, memory, hope We didn’t know it
We loved like there was no tomorrow — because some days, there almost wasn’t. hope We didn’t know it then