Mar 5
5 min read
Dreaming of the End of the World
When I close my eyes, I feel the apocalypse creep closer and closer.
The end of the world shifts like frames on a film reel behind my eyelids.
You think it will end in a hail of bombs fired on opposing sides of the world. You imagine leveled buildings, wastelands made out of what were once homes and streets and parks, the silence of a…
