So we were right about something, after all. So we were good at something, after all. So we were good for something – we had a role.
All our lives, preparing for it, although we didn’t know it. All our lives, being shaped, being prepared.
All our lives, primed for apocalypse. Fill of apocalyptic expectations. Ready for apocalypse. Watching out for apocalypse. Alert for all the apocalyptic signs. On the watch. And didn’t it mean we knew the true apocalypse from a false one? Didn’t we sense the falsity of their apocalypse – of their attempted apocalypse?
We had apocalyptic antennae. We Knew Things. We were alert. Watchful. We scanned the skies.
It’s happening more quickly now. Things are speeding up. Their agenda is rushing at breakneck speed. Why are they in such a hurry? Why is here such urgency?
Are we the only ones who feel it? The rushing? The streaming? The whole world … It’s urgent for them … Is it a sign that they’re losing control, or gaining it? Are they losing or winning? And what can we do about it?
We sense it: a kind of rushing. An acceleration. They’ve gone up a gear. And another. They’ve pressed turbo injection. It’s dizzying.
Work in Progress 