They said “Use your imagination”


so I closed my eyes and imagined the end of the world. I drew oil slick birds and burning forests, flooded valleys and war torn countries. They didn’t like the pictures I drew. They tore them all up and threw them away. They weren’t ready to hear about rivers of pain and little boys lost, floods and dead wood and elephants upturned. They thought I was weird and took me to doctors with apocalypse faces who said “medication” in whispery voices and made me feel freakish and poorly. So I stopped drawing my take on Revelations and started to draw trains at jolly train stations. I drew houses and mouses and cartoon japes. I threw my imagination away.


Michelle Diaz