The first time I watched, I wondered when the world ended, why I didn’t see it, how I missed the coming, the chosen ascending and my own descension, then picking a place in a dark crowd and waiting out the endless, the unending.
But now I get it. That’s why the faceless I meet bare teeth at me, and I see past nostrils to bone and knowledge sits in skulls in clear view so I know who I want in a pub quiz with me.
I think about the clues first, what I missed but shouldn’t have, and if Big Brother’s purgatory, talent shows, singing shows, seat spinning celebrities are the end times bubbling, the apocalypse coming, hell swallowing people whole. And this is, or will be, fucking Ashton Kutcher.