A Third Dream

Then another dream, where once again, I was preternaturally wise. Where once again, I had all the answers. A black sky. Animal cries. Chimp whoops, in the distance. Monkeys throwing their faeces about.  … 

‘What will people look like, at the end of time?’, W. asked me. They'll look like us, I told him, but with browner teeth. – ‘What will people talk about, at the end of time?’ They'll talk like us, but with more cock jokes, I told him. What will people wear, at the end of time?, W. asked. They'll dress like us, I told him, but in blousier shirts.