Keeper of The Doomsday Clock (redux)
I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. I’ll keep you in the dark. I stopped the hands on the Doomsday Clock at 11:59. When we met I thought I would turn back the hands on the clock, that I might set the pendulum in reverse. But you said our fate was sealed and it was fatal. I was drawn to that. I was afflicted. I set the works in motion once more, the cogs thunder. I have chosen this minute.
What I’m Reading:
“The idea that humanity can somehow triumph over what’s most awful about itself is narcissism. We’re the poison, we’re the virus, we’re the fire, and the only way to stop it is to let it run its course.”
— Jonathan Dee / Sugar Street