He wakes up. There is snow and ice and cars slip and slide and there is hopelessness in the air. People talk but there is no sound. People stare but they cannot see. People record everything but they do not remember anything. People rebel but they are crushed. People reach for the skies but fall off cliffs. Everyone has a glow around their bodies but under their skin there is just hollowness and shadows. There are talks and swagger and promises and threats and sanctions called for and lies revealed and it’s just another day it’s just another day as more people watch The Voice and watch Jimmy Fallon as the news pretends the world is collapsing as families sit at the dinner table enjoying their evening meals not worried about the inevitable entropy of the Universe. All is luck and chance and very little is skill and talent. He goes to sleep satisfied at this thought.