THE LONG-FORM FUNERAL
The world ended in 2020.
Everything since has just been the server trying to render the aftermath.
Have you noticed the lag?
Seasons don’t feel like weather anymore they feel like settings on a loop.
Trends are just the 90s and 2000s being dug up and reanimated, like the system ran out of new ideas.
Even the sunlight feels wrong. Thinner. Harsher.
Like it’s being projected onto something that’s starting to break.
We keep waiting for things to “go back to normal.”
But you can’t move back into a house that’s already been demolished.
This isn’t reality anymore.
It’s an echo.
Every milestone feels preloaded. Every moment already happened.
We’re not living through the 2020s
we’re haunting them.
Ghosts in a world that forgot to turn itself off.
Stop looking for the future.
It’s not coming.
We’re just sitting in a dark theater, watching the credits roll
waiting for the lights to come back on
even though they already did.
