apocalypse
finally moved in. i'm getting used to the sounds of my apartment, the creak of the floors and the tv in the next flat that stays on until 1am, the guitar music i can't tell is from a stereo or is real. last night at 2am i heard a crashing sound, like heavy magnets being dropped on a floor when it suddenly occured to me that it might be the plink-plonk sound of the world ending. then fell to sleep and dreamt i was in an old-fashioned sitting room with pictures in gold frames of my family, except that each portrait was a portrait of some horribly disfigured person.
i think if the world does end, it will probably be awesome. my roommate told me the first sign would be when a light shines out of the indian ocean.
