I like spending time with you. I like this time. I like wandering around the building at night. Wandering through the offices. I like the open space. I like the darkness.
Isn’t it great before anything – actually – begins. Isn’t it?
I wouldn’t know.
You know. When everything’s just … suspended. And full of possibility. But nothing’s actually happened yet.
Do you feel light, philosopher? Do you feel you could just float up into the air? Don’t you feel suspended? Like you don’t know what’s going to happen next. Like you’re free from the old world. From the world before …
This might as well be the last night in the world. The last night there ever was. But it won’t be, will it? There’ll be another night and another one.
You know, I’d like if it really was the last night. If it really did come to an end – to a climax. And not just drag on. For there not to be just more and more – time.
The last night for humans, anyway. And the universe would just go on without us. There’d just be endless darkness, without us. And, in time, everything living on the earth would die. And the earth wouldn’t be blue anymore. It wouldn’t be this blue orb. It’d be black. A cinder. And grey. As it should be.
Work in Progress 