The Vortex
by Aniket Sanyal
When the vortex comes, you will be asleep. You will not even be dreaming of your name.
When the vortex arrives you will be in a different land. It will not occur to you whether your horizons are completely or totally aligned.
When the vortex lands, you will be a particle of the greatest insignificance.
But for now...
None of this has happened. There is no such thing as the vortex. We are safely enmeshed within the reality brought upon our heads by drunken forefathers. You are resting easy or perhaps not resting at all. You are beautiful and men gaze upon your gleaming skin when you dare them with your eyes.
Later on perhaps...
You may rise and do things that are done in the morning. You may gaze out into the infinite reaches of the galaxy and wonder where your craft will be taking you. You may contemplate the existence of a particular item of flora as opposed to an analogous item of fauna and you may impress yourself with all the books you have read. But even in these moments, you know you will not survive it.
Because, as you must already know, the vortex is everything.
