himadri GHOSH

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Marianne held Dom so tightly and Dom himself felt weakened by the intensity of the gathering. When the two lovers heard the dissonant ringing of Courtney Love – Cobain, Kurt’s wife and mother to his child, with her counterfeit sobbing “Kurt you a-hole… can everyone say ‘you are an a-hole?’” as she read the alleged suicide note before the crowd of thousands of so-called fans. Marianne was shocked. Dom was deep in thought and did not notice the nuances of the voice over the loudspeaker but was startled when the entire crowd synchronously chanted “you a-hole.” The two looked at each other. Something was not right.

“Why did you leave us?” said a very young teenage girl who was dressed like an average college first-year student without the care of appearance. Marianne got scared looking at this girl.

Dom held Marianne close and took her as the rain began to pour heavier and the crowd was on the verge of disbanding or creating a riot. Police were surrounding them with riot gear including face guards and Plexiglas crowd control shields in an Orwellian 1984 fashion and emanating the police from Fahrenheit 451. Dom was not here to renounce his life or add to the commotion so he whisked his girlfriend away. The two decided to leave Seattle immediately before things got too strange. The media was everywhere and the news was looping on every television set and radio station they encountered. They needed to get out of that town and fast.

On the night drive home to Ann Arbour, the two talked and talked and talked. Marianne did not remember an hour since that night that she had been so close to Dom with feelings shared and stirred together like chocolate syrup in milk. Dom talked about his life, the meaning of life, his youth, and everything. Marianne returned the conversation with her head in Dom’s lap as he drove on the lost highway with nothing but the headlights visible. It was then that the two were together and became as one.

publié par ghosh @ 9:58 p.m.