The Arc

I do this thing sometimes where I sing the same song lyric over and over again in my head. I do it mostly when I don’t want to focus on anything, or if I don’t want to think too much. I’ve been doing it a lot tonight. Ever since they killed that boy on the stage. His name was Luka Kane, and he was a bad person. He was a bad person. The song I keep singing is one of the last to chart before the world ended. It was a cover of a cover of a cover. A song that was first written hundreds of years ago, literally. The part that I keep singing goes like this:

Any old port in a storm, lads,

Whatever that port may be,
And thanks be given our Father in Heaven
Who watches over you and me . . .

Yeah, see, literally, those few lines, over and over again. Not like it’s stuck in my head, more like I’m making myself repeat it over and over. It’s weird how I do that. I’m pretty weird, I think.