When did the world end? Why did the world end? Who are we, who live after the world’s end? What are we doing here, in the absence of the world? Who’ve been washed ashore from the world?
There was … everything, and now there’s just us, walking along the beach.
We’re disappearing, philosopher. We’re losing hold of ourselves.
I don’t think the world wants us anymore. Or needs us. I don’t think we’re needed in general. We’re surplus to all requirements. Even our own … requirements.
Work in Progress 