They were after me again or I was on the run or road again. Whichever.

When I tried to tell them there was no world, no people, no consciousness, no physics, no phenomenology, they just smiled and flashed their handcuffs.

At that point I didn't even bother trying to tell them how, though there actually WAS epistemology, it was ultimately little more than tautology -- i.e. me knowing me, so why bother.

So everything was destroyed except what we needed to go on being public nuisances.

All roads and bridges were impassible except the roads and bridges WE took. And cars and phones didn't work -- except the cars WE drove and the phones WE barked our always disappointed expectation into.

And sex with other people and adventure, now that they are no longer advertised every waking minute everywhere round the fucking clock, have dropped off everyone's play list of desire and onto everyone's trash list of boring musts to avoid.

As people make their way around town, kicking up the rubble, they have come to realize that the world was nothing more than one big dumb self-storage shed for each individual brain, life, and species. So who needs it!

The end of the world is really, come to think of it, they think, just the cleanest most efficient way to unload a lot of worthless shit you've saved up but that you're never gonna wanna see or use again and never would have even thought about looking at ever again anyway, no matter what.

The crapass world that was, the crass world that is no longer, they realize walking the torn up rail line through the blown out suburbs, that crass crapass world's only purpose was to be the staging ground for stories whose only purpose was to weave the fundamental set of lies that keeps a species with lots of cars and lots of cliffs from one day all driving the former, en masse, over the latter.

In interviews, members of this species would say things like, "all we want is for our children not to have to give a flaming crap about THEIR children like the flaming crap their poor pathetic ignorant parents, us, had to give about THEM."

Aside from that, the only problem they had with catastrophe was when someone came along and tried to rhyme it with apostrophe.

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