after i turned off the tv...

A plane flew over the city and got me thinking about the end of the world, and how it sometimes doesn't feel so faraway, but that maybe that's just a part of ordinary living--the crushing sense of dying--the feeling of the towering black wave out there in the distance.Perhaps it is every generartion's gift to think it's The Last.shakespeare was a minx.Annihilation: to be in love is to be snuffed