that house was an atrocity, but i travel there to say goodbye, 5 years of friendship, the intimacy of handholds, how eras end, surrounded by piles of my discarded clothes, crying into each others shoulders as she whispers "thank you" the only words i can manage are, "it was nice to meet you."

at home, i finish my interlude work, huddle in the hallway and straighten up for the first days of tomorrow. propped up in his typewriter i find, in andy's untidy script;

"all of the gods were dead.

a great flood rose up from the sea

as the earth began to lose its shape

the stars fell from the sky,

and soon the whole earth

had sunk beneath the ocean.

the end had come."