Sometimes things are so still and warm and quiet it becomes easy to imagine that we're on the brink of the end of the world. No big bang, meteor strike or thunder storms. No World War III wreaking havoc, chaos and pain. Just a slipping away of everything. It begins with a warm cocoon of weather that slowly increases in heat and density. Bit by bit everything eases down and stops. Other people are invisible. Cares and concerns lose meaning and context.
Breathing is calm though the air is hot and strangely oppressive while the whole world just falls asleep. No mass panic or destruction just a winding down and a running out. No sirens or broadcasts, the power has all gone from agencies and governments. There is no commentary. Those that led us never really meant anything. It was all a grand illusion without substance.
Now a perpetual summer has arrived, at first pleasant and comfortable and our sense of time and space is lost. Everyone is seduced into some easy, soporific stupor that can't be explained and we all just go along with it as if we're under a gently administered drug. Eyelids become heavy, we relax into a quiet place where all dreams are accessible. We are in some cosmic flow, caught up and moving. There is a light. Where will it end? Where does anything ever end?
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