As though a vast and subtle bomb had dropped. As if a soft explosion had blown through everything. Destruction – only without anything being destroyed. Ruination – but with nothing actually ruined.
Everything has been shifted, just a little. Moved sideways. Tilted, just a little. We do not live in the same world. The end has come and gone.
Exhaustion isn’t exhausted yet. The breakdown hasn’t itself broken down. The decay hasn’t itself decayed. Zeno’s arrow is still flying. Failure hasn’t failed – not yet. Dying hasn’t died. There’s farther to fall.
Work in Progress 