Going, Going. . . .

"Everything you do can come undone, but try to undo something you've done sometime.  You just can't?"

Another extinct film, but new for me.  Polaroid Chocolate.  The final reserve is going, going. . . . Of course, I like it.  Everything I like seems to be disappearing, though, or is gone.  Clean air, clean water, unspoiled deserts and mountains and mangroves and the thermosphere.  A lot of what I don't like, though, seems to endure.  Greed, hate, violence, cynicism.

I like the girl in this picture.  You would, too.  I asked her if she had ever taken an I.Q. test.  I didn't have to ask to know, though, that it is embarrassingly high.  She has enlisted in the army and will be gone in less than a month.  It fairly baffles me, but what do I know?  Many things do.

I keep looking at this photograph and wondering what it will look like in twenty years.  No matter how hard I try, though. . . .  I'll just have to wait.