Her head stinks, just like her mothers.

When she was a baby, her whole body smelled like sour
milk. It was a good smell that I miss. Even today, when I see her, I expect the smell, but its gone. In
a way, I still expect like to go on forever, grandchildren and beyond, but we might be at the end of
the rope. Nobody knows if it is going to be 10 years, 30, or a 100. It is weird, but I want to see how
it ends. Not really, I mean I imagine some heroics, movie style. But most likely its going to be just
miserable, homeless derelicts dying in the street like slow cooking barbecue. The only difference
with todays is that instead of watching the show on tv or YouTube, there would be, for once, good
and fair democratic inclusion. Not really, of course, some would be hiding in well stocked bunkers
and they would last a little more. The apocalypses has come and gone so many times that we
brush away the signs as needless alarmism