Last night was the end of the world. And I don’t mean that in the hopeless “my life is miserable” sort of way. It happened in a dream. I couldn’t tell you how it happened because I don’t remember but I can still sense the fear. The inability to do anything of use to save the ones I loved. It wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about my life ending, it was about everyone else. I remember that much.

The strangeness of it all was the end of tonight. As I stepped out of his car and into the parking lot, he smiled and asked me to “be safe out there.” just in case a meteor struck. And I laughed and he went on to say “be sure to send me a text, i’d like to know when the world is ending.”

when the world is ending… what a strange concept. what a ridiculous coincidence.