I woke up at 2:22 AM this morning with a profound idea racing through my brain: What if they weren’t coming back.
Then more questions: What if the streets of Denver remained empty? What if the people I used to see making their way through this world were no longer here in this world? From there, my mind went more than one direction, beginning with The Rapture, and ending with something far less wholesome.
Fortunately, I was able to center my brain and return to my previous state of slumber. Spooky s**t.
March 31, 2020