in_the_event_of_the_apocalypse raze if_the_world_should_end today, you'll leave home with nothing but the clothes you have on and an unfaltering feeling of having forgotten to do something important. you won't cross paths with the clairvoyant man circling the stream in his skiff. you'll note that your pockets are as empty as your mind. you'll find yourself in the back of a car, seated beside your maternal grandmother. you'll ask what she would have done if your life had been hers to live. she'll admit she isn't sure. you'll think of all the things you left behind and how little they matter to you now. like everyone else, you'll wonder where you're going and how long you'll get to stay before the ground gives way beneath your feet. you'll shake off your shoes and feel the smooth sand of an uncertain ending between your toes. and you'll want to forge a flimsy fortress for the waves to wash away. 250606 what's it to you? who go blather from