#unreality--

I was a director, and I had a loving family, even from my parents. But some black spot in the sky let everyone go mad. A black hole, so far away as to not affect us, but for some reason it did. It swallowed the moon, and had started to dig through our materials. So what did we do? Got into buses, cars, and the like and drove. Drove towards where it would be.

Highways rose for us, even places to eat. People were.. happy? I was happy. I was having a fun time driving to what would be only death, since everyone was having a party, even Fedex was building some bridge towards it.

.. But something knew what I was seeing was wrong. The food tasted too good, people were too happy, no one was panicking. The physics didn’t matter in a dream. Everything else did. So I forced my way out. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t let myself hit that sorrow like that, even if I was happy as I could be.

.. I’m afraid of what will happen to us. I want a simpler death. I don’t want the planet to go mad and somehow drive to where the event horizon of a black hole will be just to party.