My friend, how lovely was this story? I'll tell you: very.

Firstly, I love things written in diary/journal/letter form; I believe they are called epistolary, but I call them genius.

What I love about this world ending scenario is the innocence and true humanity. I mean end of the world movies have to be all explosions, high tech and over muscled individuals (far too good looking for their own good) who manage to scrabble and shout and Maguyver their way to resolution. We both know that is not what would go down, nor what we would choose to be doing with our precious time.

The young schteinn is happily going about the joy of remaining days (even though unbeknownst to him at first) doing what I'd think any of us would want to do, have fun. Experience simple pleasure. I'd probably be catching crayfish with him, I make an excellent fish/lobster spawn trap with a cut up inverted soda bottle. I won't say how recently I have used said trap, but let's say it wouldn't be in my childhood journal only. :)

The realization of the coming comet is also played out so well. The joyful gorge of youthful gluttony and hidden brown-papered smut (an innocence which no longer exists sadly) is all the more poignant for it's innocence.

The complexity of the human condition is beautiful in its full flush and you have given us that in these wonderful diary entries. The highs and lows and joys and simple pleasures make up days of life not grand gestures or Michael Bay style explosions, so I thank you for a voyage into a series of days I'd have been happy to tag along on.

Now, you need to write more such stories. I mean the world MIGHT be ending, so you better get them done now. :)