Memoirs of Forever and a Day

Melancholia

What would you do, if it was your last day on earth?

What would you do, if everyday hence was a repeat of that very day?

It began like any other. The day everyone was going to die.

For some, a monotonous repeat of their nine to five routine. Wake up. Go to work. Eat. Sleep.

For others, a strange, frantic search for what they had lost, or haven't obtained. Love, Money, Experiences.

But there was a peculiar calm, atmosphere. No, there was a tension in the air, as if they were all waiting for something to happen.

Unlike many other cities, worlds, civilisations on other stars and planets, millions and millions of miles away that had ended on a frenzied, even berserk note; fires, catastrophe, armageddon, theft, frenzied shopping. This one was uncannily silent.

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To be continued.