Stories for an Ongoing Apocalypse
For so many centuries, the people had imagined apocalypse would be instant: devastating and wild. The Apocalypse was figured as a thing that you could see. You watched it approach, or you traced it moving along the horizon. Though it would take different forms in many fictions, the awe caused by its arrival was identical across stories. It began with a comet across the sky. Or, it morphed into a tsunami wave, a shadow stretching to capture skyscrapers. It might be a flood and a plague and a hurricane, all at once. A burning, a clearing, a total cleanse. Each soul pulled up from its grave, and sent skyward.