On the sometime of Sometime the sometimeth, Eddy (or anyway, that's what It was called) was going or coming someplace. Somebody passed before him. But it wasn't just Somebody, it was Beth, and she was riding a bicycle. Eddy did not know what she was called, and even if he had he could not have found the words in time. Maybe they were trapped in another dimension.

Eddy watched her go away and stared after her, wanting desperately to shout at her, to explain some deep knowledge or truth. But there were no words to form it--none that she could recognize, anyway--and Eddy wasn't anymore.

He just wasn't. I do not know what his final thoughts were, naturally, because he wasn't around to tell me. But I imagine that as soon as he realized how pointless it was to be personal, he and everyone and everything he knew ceased to be at all.




I said to Somebody, "I can't shake the feeling that we are teetering precariously upon a plane of existence--subjective reality--that is bound to dissipate," and Somebody said "what the fuck?"