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Ian, a lemming who taught yoga in a ceramics, astrophilately, and kale-juicing community, had by accident come upon a doomsday chatroom on the dark web. All Ian had wanted was to order a new pair of striped half-toe socks because the abandoned boysenberry warehouse where he did his classes could get a little chilly, and then boom; armageddon. Ian had never subscribed to the myths about his species. Still, after having read through eight-hundred-forty-three comments elaborating on the end of the world he did feel a little less motivated for the afternoon’s chanting through the pre-war constellation stamps of Italy.

Music pairing: The End of the World by U2


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