April 20, 2026

Worldwide Anticlimactic Collapse


No bang
No sirens
No headline
No operatic fall
From a glass tower

Mirrors go mute
Reflections unionize
Spotlight forgets the name
Forgets why it cared
A face leans in

Nothing leans back

Applause evaporates
Echo becomes extinct
Attention—regulated, rationed
Locked behind intention

Influencers
Post—post—post
Into the void
Algorithm blinks
Looks away
Tired of clapping

Charisma grows heavy
Masks itch without witnesses
Charm turns into dead language
No one bothers to translate

Gaslight bulbs burn out, one by one
Rooms fill with a new invention:
Clarity

People say
No
And the sky
Does not fall

People say
I don’t believe you
And the earth
Keeps spinning, bored

Power structures wobble
Exposed as mere volume
Fear as an unpaid intern
Titles begin to tremble
Posture collapses
Into posture check

Authority trips
And no one catches it

Shame knocks
Awkward, overdressed
Some let it in, sit down
Learn how to breathe

Others barricade the door
Write manifestos
Call humility a conspiracy

Collapse
Has no climax
No montage
No slow motion
It is tedious
Endless
Unshareable

No villains slain
No heroes raised
Just backs turned in unison

Refresh, refresh, refresh
Refresh, refresh
Refresh

Still nothing

A collective yawn
Heard across continents
The beast starves
On a crash diet
Of disinterest
Dying dull

And somewhere
Unnoticed
The air clears

Those trained
In the art of quietude
Don’t celebrate
They simply continue

Walking
Unimpressed
Unhooked

Mirrors stay empty
Noise expires naturally

And the world
For the first time in a while
Doesn’t need
To look at itself

To exist