Something’s wrong. Those words, echoing out. Something’s – wrong. But what’s wrong. What is it?
Everything’s wrong. It’s all wrong. And it will be wrong until … the End. And the End will make it right. The apocalypse. It will come right at the last moment. Because everyone will know that it’s about to end.
Something’s wrong, philosopher. You know more about it than I do. You feel more. But I feel it, too. Something’s wrong, and it’s been wrong for a while.
Something’s wrong. Everything’s wrong. And part of its wrongness is that no one sees the wrongness.
Something’s wrong. No – everything’s wrong. It’s all wrong.
Work in Progress 