Everyone still laughs at the jokes, but there’s no denying: these jokes are hiding more than a hint of cynicism underneath the punchline. “It’s almost over, right?” “Yeah. Right.”
Because how funny can it be, eating a five-star meal in the most beautiful restaurant on an inevitably sinking ship? This is one hell of a last meal, if I may say so myself. Sweet, savory, full of all the bad things we used to think about—even avoid—and intoxicating as all hell. Who cares, I say. Eat up, drink up, take in the view; it might get better, but you definitely won’t have the wherewithal (or a care, at all) to relish in it.
You’re all grown up, now. There’s no time for those pretty things anymore.
March 10, 2010
