the end of the world.
said to be december 21st, 2012. i believe that it’s nothing more than just our wearisome, insensitive conceptual relationships between the earth and ourselves. in doubting, the universe, we resort to a feebly newsletter that tells us in a vague description of how we’ll end up a pile of compost heap for dark matter to engross, spread out through the universe, our atoms split into dying matter, creating new life somewhere else. that sounds lovely.
people, are sounding off alarms on their newsfeed, and grabbing every can of getaway-ideas for the weekends before. like we couldn’t do this before, with or without and ending near.