this morning #1554.

this morning, a few hours before the first bell rang, the five of us met up in the woods behind the school. each of us brought a sealed, unmarked bag containing the object we most wanted gone from our life. i came up with the idea after listening to complaint after complaint from my friends about how they felt burdened by their possessions. were their grievances typical suburban rich kid shit? yes. i felt the weight too though. we picked a date. today. picked a spot a short walk from the edge of the forest. dug a hole there. didn’t reveal what we had in our bags but said a few words. dropped our burdens inside. piled dirt atop. smoked a ceremonial blunt. i headed to homeroom feeling freer. hoped that they felt the same.