Around midday. That’s when it started.
With a great flash the sky opened up and from the rift massive tentacles slithered
forth, translucent streams that wrapped around everything.
And amidst the showers of glass and concrete, something about the whole thing feels
strangely comforting, as if this was the inevitable ending.
The last of the world comes a part now all of it just tumbling down, tumbling down.
Random thing. Also I should watch Evangelion again.
What I listened to as I wrote this:
I’ll figure it out.