It was raining on the day that the world ended and thousands of writers shook their heads, disappointed at such a weak beginning.
I had helped a friend, her sister, and some people I didn’t know consume a decent bottle of wine and dark chocolate M&M’s. We watched American Horror Story and I scrolled through the news coming in from Australia on my iPhone occasionally reading the better ones outloud. Each had the same theme: we’re all ok.
Personally, I was a little upset with Australia and New Zealand for not playing the biggest practical joke ever to be seen by the world, but I guess the magnetic blue glow of the Internet proved itself to be irresistable.
As I drove home, something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the television, but it felt like the world had grown very thin. Like I was driving over a piece of silk pulled taught across time. I was aware of the ridiculous microcosm of this existence. I was an iron-clad beetle on the robe of the universe.
Queensryche’s Silent Lucidity started blooming through my speakers and I made a snorting laugh that I was thankful no one else could hear. I turned it up until my ears hurt anyway.
Illuminated by the sinister glow of the red light, my thoughts became uncomfortable in my head. They made my cheeks hurt the same way that cheesecake does. What if life is really this thin? And so predictable? We just assign meaning to arbitrary days to fool ourselves into thinking that something will happen, but does it ever? Has anything ever actually happened?
The light changed and I drove on through the rain. A silver Honda cut my off from the shoulder and I had to stop short. If I died today, it would be my personal Apocalypse. All of what I was, my entire existence, my universe, all that I knew, it would have been predicted by those ancient people.
I pulled into the driveway and sat in the darkened car surrounded by the remaining chords of the song. As I walked inside, I looked at the few trees that remained after the storm and how the overcast sky was glowing with the white lights from the highway.
All of the lights were off. I kissed both of my parents and took a shower. I ran out of shampoo.