10 minutes until midnight
This story was written as an attempt at catharsis. A vague attempt
to consider armageddon, and the ways in which we as human beings communicate.
I've known many people in my time who believe that this Armageddon will
happen soon, in our lifetimes. I don't believe it will, and I hope on everything
I love that it doesn't. I call this story a sacrifice to the sentiment
of self-destruction.
One note: this story is not intended to be racist or anti-religious.
If it seems that way, I apologize.
March 1998
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