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I sit in my studio and stare at an empty world. My easel and my work are gone. I try to hold on as I start to fall. I fall into an infinitely deep hole. Nothing can stop my fall.
The world I fall past is empty. A silent world. All sounds are silenced. All the splatter and screams are hushed. Life has disappeared. Everything that moved and could think has disappeared into the solitude of the universe. All technological marvels and threats have melted into unbreakable lumps.
Man, with all her greed and megalomania, has dissolved into ashes.
The remnants of ash will be slowly blown away by the movements of the unlivable atmosphere.
The world is empty. My dreams, thoughts and desires roam through the emptiness of the non-existent. The world is empty. Swallowed up by the infinite universe. The electromagnetic vibrations of our civilization will propagate like a civilization mold to the boundaries of the universe.
The world is empty. Everything has disappeared in a remaining mirror image of our madness. The world is empty. Hopes, pleas and cries have died away.
I wake up sweating. Stiffened with fear, I dare not move. When I can finally open the curtain, I see a soaking wet, gray world.
A hot shower and tea with honey finally calms me down.
Fortunately, this miserable world is not yet empty!
