the end of the world

December 23, 2012

22nd December 2012

“Dear diary, 

People say that the world didn’t come to an end yesterday. But, after midnight, things altered.

A malevolent evil rose up in every place that Man called civilised. An abyssal militia came forth, slaughtering all they found. I waded through the lakes of viscera left in their wake, and knew it was time to show my own colours.

The wounded innocents; the hiding children; the sleeping babies; they were all my prey. I perpetrated acts which made me delight at my own depravity. I felt emancipated.  

And then I awoke in my bed.

I was back in Hell.”

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adrift

February 24, 2012

ever see those national geographic photos?

the ones where this one lone polar bear has been stranded on a tiny fragment of ice, adrift in the middle of the arctic ocean. the frozen chunk is hardly big enough to accommodate it. and to make matters worse, the platform is melting too. but the sea is so vast and so cold that if the bear tried swimming for it, it would die before reaching any landmass.

you can see, in that photograph – as the polar bear perches nervously – that it knows deep down, it is utterly fucked.

right now, that’s me.