Daily Prompt

The story is writing

You are being written.
maybe when all the noise is gone, the music shall make sense
all the dance shall stop one day
you shall start walking on a rather crumbly stage that smells of mothballs from past musicals
silver dust doesn’t last very long, even for people who never believed in anything but war



Google Tells Me 5 Ways To Kill A Man

I think The Age of Information is mutating into a paradox. Or imploding.
I was looking for one of those “How To…” articles online today. Rest assured that the topic was completely inconsequential. I took a snapshot of what popped up in my search bar.