We were entirely alone and we knew it. Wandering for days had become our only respite from this simple fact. Jim kept say we were at the end of the world. A place where time fails to hold sway over anyone or anything. It’s all in a perpetual state of decay, he’d say passing any old farm in any old Midwest town. He was just incensed over the loss of his last can of beer to some vagabonds who’d robbed us a week prior.
Are there requirements to join? Do embrace the concept of non-discrimination? Would a feline be welcome on the grounds or would an inter-species war ensue?
And so it came to pass that all things crustacean must be eaten. Looking down upon the bounty he said, “And it is good.”
Hollow, shallow, and hallow. Oh how low we’ve been.
Alone and tired it saunters on relinquishing the last vestige of self-determination is has. It once believed in childhood tales of free will. Now it accepts its fate and steadily holdup the ends of the world for an ungrateful mankind.
Its eyes hide a hunger that posses its every waking moment. Waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting prey, he notices me, smiles that Cheshire grin and says, “You really need finish your THREE-SIX-FIVE postings.”
Overcome by the light and retreating into darkness.
Its significance is truly realized in its absence. A singular way station for the weary electron traveling with the speed of a thousand photons.
Fables and bedtime lore. Morals of the stories. Cautious tales spoken quietly to our children. Can’t we find a better way to indoctrinate our youth?
Settling in for its second shift on the other side of the world, the Sun wonders when it will finally explode in a super nova giving it its first vacation in eons.
