I've been reading a book called Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. It's a humorous take on the Apocalypse; you know, the end of the world. It made me think, gee, what would I do if the world really ended? Past the sh*tting in my pants, if the time really came — if Judgment Day was nigh — what would overtake me, the primal fear at the end of the all, or a courage I never knew I had? Catastrophes are known for bringing out both the worst and the best out of people, after all, and this would be the mother of all catastrophes: moon turning to blood, oceans boiling over, hails of fire; where would I stand? I shudder to think. If courage arose in me, I guess it would have to be what I never knew I had, because I can't think right now of how that might happen.
How it relates to this day here, I wonder at the perspective of, what around me would really matter if the world began to end in, say, tomorrow? What do you think about the matter, huh? What things, what people would you really stand by if it really hit the fan? I think about my computers, where I spend most of my time, day and night: though very important to me day to day, these things would probably of the least use if the world were ending. Pen and paper I think would be the highest tech devices useful if all the sky were falling, everywhere around you. I know that the world has this tendency not to end, but considering this question of what matters — that means something, right now. I wonder.
me?!
5:51am thursday, 15th may
I guess I would cling to my best friends.
I kinda see the end as this big nothigness coming and overwealming us...
me?!