Giggling in Pain
So in the spring of 1994 Kurt Cobain died.
Might not mean much to most, but to me it did.
Not that I was one of the fanatical Nirvana kids—not even close. But somehow Kurt Cobain had affected me.
Maybe it was what he said, or how he said it.
But really I think it was just the music.
Which he would have been glad to hear.
I don’t think I even realized it at the time, but as much as I found emotional freedom in Nirvana’s magic, it was totally hopeless.
“Nothing” was the fundamental message.
The bohemians failed, love and peace and all that crap lost to money and power and socio-economic darwinism.
And our generation was not going to be made a fool of like the one before.
So we avoided.
The only unforgivable sin was to care too much about anything.
