In moments, everything will end. Atoms will tear themselves apart.

*five*

I set the timer to activate the new math. The formulas will erupt and one plus one will no longer be two. A division with no remainder.

*four*

I worried at the fabric of truth, a thread at a time, until all that remained was a bundle of chaos. If you and I couldn’t survive the discovery, what chance does the universe have?

*three*

I wonder if I’ll see you after, if after exists. I hope so. I love you.

*two*

I’m sorry I’m like this.

*one*

The truth is

I like this!

Refreshing form! I really appreciated this unique telling.

Interesting

The form heightens the tension and makes the end that much more fascinating. Love this!

What a sequence.