Monday, January 17, 2022

...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.