Jan 04 2007
Relatively Mild
Outside there’s a whorl of green, leaves being ripped from trees and carried in the wind. It’s relatively mild, all things considered; if this is what someone had told me the End of the World would be like, I wouldn’t have believed it. Where’s the chaos? Where are the looters? I still don’t believe it, and neither should you.
Isn’t there supposed to be fire or something?
Brimstone, AKA sulfur, boils at 835.88 °F.