the day the earth sat stale

after 10,000 years of supposed civilization, the selfish bipedals that roamed the earth like a metastacized tumor had funally met their match. there was nothing left to do. all the science had been done. art had been rendered meaningless in light of this fact, and civic responsibilities mere tourism. and people were all out of cameras. one hadn't been bought or sold in hundreds of years. there was simply nothing left to see, no new way of filtering light, no means to an end all right. the lights never went out, the night was passed out in a dark alley.

think of all the starry nights that we missed. think of the girls we could've kissed. philip glass would be proud of us. ira glass, not so much.