what you don't realize until it's too late is that the fever is silent. just keeps rising without a noise. the insects sense it. they call out warnings every day at dusk. unheeded. who would have thought their calls of the last letter could have saved a generation? instead they all went along like every other day. endless. until they all collapsed. a universe worth of pressure dropped right on the atlas spot and they couldn't hold the weight. no matter how much they could press. so the earth dropped. out of orbit. out of sync. out of time. out of think. out. cut the lights. there will be no encore. just the last red before the last blink to end the scene. fin.

posted by adam @ 10:56 PM