The Plateau

The Plateau The plateau is so much bigger than I thought it took years to get here but the distance is so enormous will I reach the other end. Before my birthday which I try to ignore those I loved have died and not spoken off they are a ghost in the machinery of living. The world has turned around the sun many times and what mattered no longer do so, but I`m happy to find my reading glasses on top of the freezer. I pity those coming after me; they and their brood will be nuclear dust. If there are any survivors, they will start making flint axes and learn to communicate. I have made my warning and will hereafter say no more about the subject