...and Wash Away the Rain

Existence arbitrarily acts.  Caught up in observing the astoundingly random, time can lose meaning.  Even purposeful action quickly spins off into irregular routines.

Some time-ending Vonnegut catastrophe might happen tonight.  Or maybe it happens tomorrow.  Maybe it's never.

Maybe it was 2 years ago, and we're all hallucinating on the event horizon of the newest black hole in the galaxy.  Neurons, defying the laws of physics, fire.  Daisy-chained to infinitely amplified alpha waves, they broadcast one last fantasy to the cortex of all humanity.