I woke up and apparently the moon was gonna hit the earth, but everyone was like, really chill about it.
I talked to my mom and she said: “Yeah, the moon will hit the earth in about three months, you still have time to say goodbye to the people who you care about."
I was like "damn”, and then I said: “How do you guys knew before me?” And my mom said: “Its because we watch the news and you don´t.”
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On November 12, 1833, there was a meteor shower so intense that it was possible to see up to 100,000 meteors crossing the sky every hour. At the time, many thought it was the end of the world, so much so that it inspired this woodcut by Adolf Vollmy.
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I hope the sun explodes. Sorry. I hope it explodes and we see it explode and then for months or years we'll wait for the blast to reach us and we'll have to live with the knowledge that it is coming and we couldntve done anything to prevent it. Sorry, i dont mean it. I hope despite trying to find solace in the fact that nothing can be done we will never come to terms with it. Amd then ww all die. Ok sorry ill go now bye *gets carried off by a predatory bird*
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I feel so much despair and weariness. As someone who acknowledges the ongoing pandemic and who has a tuned in awareness to many events in the world right now, a piece of media that acknowledges what some don't even want to or can conceive, it's a comfort in all the carryings on and labeling that "normal."
I need that kind of honesty and a protagonist I so heavily identify with. Pensive, somewhat sad, distant, adrift maybe even, and deeply affected by what's around her.
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There was an end of the world drill at school. It was planned, but no one was told about it so we all thought it was the real deal.
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