Glue

…..supposing the world was coming to an end soon, she resolved to buy a RV and see as much of the planet as possible before Armageddon ultimately arrived.  It became her life’s mission; it became an obsession with her.  Ten years later she was still out on the highway, still doggedly chugging along from town to town, from national park to national park, from one alleged tourist attraction to the next, still executing the same game plan as before, still adamant in her belief that the end was near and she must therefore hurry about her business like there was no tomorrow.  Time must not be wasted.  She was vehement about seeing EVERYTHING on Earth’s surface before the dreaded apocalypse arrived.  Everything, that is, except the trivial mundane minutiae which serves as the glue holding one’s life together and seamlessly binds the past to the present and to the future without an individual every being consciously aware of its presence…..