642 Tiny Things To Write About: Postscripts While Waiting for the End of the World

Today’s Prompt:

Write the P.S. note for the last letter ever sent from one human to another. 

The holidays are done and gone.  There are no miracles or magic.  The miser was never visited by ghosts and rejected the error of his ways.  Money still rules his heart and the world continues to be cruel to the less fortunate.

Ghosts still haunt us though.  They cast dispersion in their spectral wakes, and possess the living, speaking through their mouths, words continuing to reverberate from the past to the present.  No exorcist of note will displace them from this world; they linger on as long as they are remembered by a single soul, and re-animated, thrown against the faces of the living.

This year has been the long culmination of several years where it was a constant fight against the breaking of the dykes.  I’m tired and feel very little hope is left for the next year.  Each year, we burn the calendar in the fireplace and place our faith that in the words of the Counting Crows “that the next year will be better than the last”.  But I know now that people don’t truly change, and expecting otherwise is futile.  Weaving fantasies of alternative happy endings leads only to sorrow and disappointment.

When thinking about the end of human kind, I don’t think it will be a case of two valiant humans working together to eke out a final existence.   It will be two adversaries who have beaten all odds to remain living on the planet.  As Nietzsche said, “The earth, has a skin; and this skin has diseases. One of these diseases, for example, is called “Mankind”.  We live as egotistical, self-centered beings and it will be our destruction in the end.  Our P.S. will be the words of T.S. Eliot at the end of the poem “The Hollow Men”

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.



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