We're nearly there. The Mayan calendar ends, and with it, our civilisation.
Perhaps. Or maybe they just ran out of space, and couldn't be arsed to carve another one.
But if this is the final year, I wonder what will become of us and whether the universe will miss us at all.
Any writings about the coming end of time, the final day and the aftermath could be tagged #endoftime if you're stirred to write about it.
Yours, on the brink, wolfie.
Ps. I started with a futurist bit of bollocks I named B.U.D.
Pps: the ideas and opinions expressed in this post are purely speculative and do not form the author's actual giving of a crap. No Mayans were harmed in the making of this Opuss.
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