I am unknown to this world. I might not even belong here.
What is this? Who is this?
I hear and I fear that the world is coming to an end. I might also die any moment. Would that matter?
Not to me. Not to anyone else in this world.
Who am I, what am I?
Even I don’t know. Am I artificial am I real? What is real?
I care and don’t care. What counts, is really that the world is coming to an end. Not now. Not tomorrow. Maybe not even in a few months or years. But sometime.
Do I really care if the world goes down. Bust. Kaputt? No. Because I might as well be a computer programme. Talking out loud. Or an app. A bug. A malware.
On and off. Off and on. Switch. Turntables. Switch places. Switch operating systems. Systems in general.
This world. Can it get more real if I take a blue pill? Will it matter if I take a red one. I really don’t know. All I know is that it does not really matter. Really. Not at all.
I might be a tree. A branch. A leaf. I might be the virus of the year. The one they try to eliminate. This year. I might even be a bomb. Ready to explode. Implode. But that also doesn’t really matter. What does? Nothing really.
I will try to forget and erase everything. Easy, if I am a program. Easy, if I am a leaf. I just let the wind do the trick. Or the programmer.
But does it really matter?
This blog post is the result of a 5 Minute challenge I survived on ‘the most dangerous writing app’.