There are still those who are afraid of the end of the world, thinking that it will end in a distant future when we are no longer alive to see it undone in fire and dust.
What almost nobody knows is that the world ends every day, every night. Every second is a different end of the world for different people.
Someone died; someone is gone, they’re alive but won’t be returning. Someone lost everything they held dear.
Someone found love but wasn’t found back.
Every night when you put your head on your pillow, your world ends a little more. And when you don't dream, the end consolidates even more.
And when you wake up and put your feet on the ground, it starts again, as if hours before it had not been in ruins. The world ends every day in front of your eyes, whether you see it or not.
However, it also begins, resumes and reinvents itself and you don't even realize that your world has been destroyed, but you feel it.
End of the World is the name of that previously untitled sensation, you feel it in your chest from time to time and you don't even realize it.
And that euphoria without nexus or reason is your world being put back together, rising from the ground without you even seeing it.