These hours seem like years… I’ve been staring at this wall, wondering when it’s going to take all of our lives. I’m just glad we have jokes. I think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep…. This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one away from conversation. (They’re on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The third adult is a male and talks too much. The stench of shit is in the air… The room storms with laughter… Four turn to a hundred and the noise is unbearable. “It’s time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!” I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell… I never wanted to wake to this. I have experienced nothing, yet I feel I’m the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to change things… I can’t fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE noise STOPS Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline. “Tonight is our death”. The clowns then begin to slash each other… the skies open up; the flames pour in… the world watched in awe. MESMERIZED. The population soon follows the clown’s lead. Death is in the air. The three adults once again start talking… they ask questions of faith and love. “We shall live past these days, rid of all we’ve done.” I see what they mean now… But the retched smell has overcome… I am gone… THE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLD… Awake… The five of us haven’t spoken in hours. Sitting alone to our own thoughts. Only we will know what strange things boredom has created.