Monday, November 21, 2011


This season is hell.

Family togetherness.  Love for humanity.

All I see is the iteration's end.  The impending unmaking that will claim this world, this reality, before long.

I desperately wish to Usurp this iteration.  I want to be the one at dinner, with my children and my spouse.  I want to hear about their lives, to hear all about this world they have and are thankful for, this world so wonderful simply because it has them in it.

I have not, however.  As selfish as I may be, perhaps it is better to allow this iteration some peace in the time before everything falls Quiet.

It is, perhaps, one of two gifts I shall bestow on my family.

The other being, of course, the sweet embrace of death rather than the cold consumption of the unmaking.


  1. They write stories about people who do things like that, you know. If you belive the unmaking is coming than give them the choice, do not make it for them.

    See you around

  2. They are my family.

    I will make the right decision for them.

    I am the only one who can.

    Perhaps someday you will understand.