Will the world end in fire? Or will it end in ice?
End-of-the-world scenarios are a staple of speculative fiction. We are collectively fascinated and frightened by the end. The end of life. The end of the universe. Humans want to leave their mark on the larger universe. We want memories of us to endure through endless eons of time.
The narrator in today’s poem holds a different view. People are nuisance and they love the idea of a universe free from that nuisance. Who is this unidentified narrator? I’ll let you decide. Feel free to share your theories.
I crave peace and quiet. Solitude equals my true love language. Time and space reserved only for thinking and meditating. You can imagine how thrilled I now feel living in a land swept clean. No traces of other life. I alone remain. No distractions. No endless inane chatter. Annoying people safely trapped in the past. Discarded and forgotten relics of eternal extinction. If this is paradise, then sign me up. Forever and ever dwelling from eon to eon in the one glorious place where silence reigns.
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