It's coming.

Today, tomorrow, whenever. It knows no time.

No sense of urgency or lethargy or any sense at all. It simply is. And it's here. Always.

I try to run, but all I get is nowhere, and when nowhere is anywhere, anywhere is nowhere. And it sure is hard getting away from anywhere. It's everywhere! Up, down, left, right, it's always there. There's no escaping it, God knows I've tried. And what do I get for my efforts? Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. And still it comes.

It doesn't matter anyways. Even if I got anything, everything. It'd all be gone. Too soon. Far too soon. That's what happens when it comes. It takes away everything, always. Love, hatred, gold, wisdom. In its wake it leaves nothing, not even you. And when it gets you it takes you to nowhere. But no, that can't be right, because anywhere is nowhere, and anywhere is everywhere, so then it'd only take me to where I've already been. And if it did that, I would've seen the people it's already taken.

So it must take you somewhere. Where that somewhere is I'm not really sure. But anywhere is better than nowhere, especially somewhere. But then again, I've never been somewhere before. I've only been nowhere. And nowhere isn't anywhere. So maybe somewhere isn't so great. Maybe it's worse.

Maybe it's dull and dingy and full of mold. Maybe it's bright and spacious and full of gold. But I suppose gold wouldn't do much good somewhere. Gold is only good anywhere, and that's nowhere. So I guess that wouldn't really matter. It'd look pretty though. I do suppose it would. I think it would, anyways. Somewhere has to look pretty, that's what everyone keeps saying.

But that's coming from people who've never been somewhere before. Never even looked for it, probably. I don't know why you would. Because once you find somewhere, there ain't no going back, and only it can take you there, and I'm not a big fan of it.

But some people scaly wag around like they really know something. Wearing weird robes and hats and that kind of stuff. Going to temples and tall buildings and cubes and the Middle East. That seems a lot like somewhere. Not somewhere I'd want to be, though. Too hot. But I guess that's nowhere too. Or, at least, I have to assume. I've never been to the Middle East before. Maybe it is somewhere. Maybe that's why everyone keeps going on pilgrimages there.

What is a pilgrimage anyways? I know what a pilgrim is. They came from nowhere to be somewhere. Where was that somewhere? Oh! Right! They never got there. Where did they get? Nowhere good, probably. Didn't I learn that in history? Or maybe they did get somewhere, but that somewhere was already taken. But can anyone really take anywhere, especially somewhere? I don't think so.

But I'm sure they shared. Why wouldn't they? It's not like they started a holocaust or anything. Where was the holocaust, anyways? And why did they call it The Holocaust. Surely there's been other slaughterings of other cultures elsewhere. Surely that couldn't have been the only time in history where one majority killed another. I'm sure it's happened at least once before. Like with that khan guy. What was his name? Part of some tribe or something? Called barbarians, they were. I wonder why?

Am I a barbarian? No. They're the barbarians. But if they're my barbarians, then aren't I their barbarians? Like the people who never let the sun set and the people who always let the sunset. Surely their superior navy was seen as barbarous to some people. Didn't the Vikings have a great navy? Not as good as theirs though. Theirs was the best in the world. Actually, I don't really know. Was it? Or did they just say that. It's not like it'd be the first time someone said something to someone that wasn't completely what really was. Or is. Or whatever.

Maybe they had a terrible navy, the worst navy, but no one cared to challenge them. And maybe when they were challenged, they bribed off the officers and killed the lower command, make it look like a real hub bub and all for the fanfare and stuff. That sounds like a real grand conspiracy, but a conspiracy no less.

Where was I again? Right. Right. It. It came for them too. All of them. Some of them earlier than others. Some in times of war, some in times of peace. But it always came. No matter what they did. No matter how much they looked, or ran, rather. It always came. Even to the people who never saw the sunset. Too bad. But it always will, I suppose.

Well, maybe not. Maybe in the future it doesn't have to be that way. Maybe someone will find a way to run faster, hide better, jump farther. Anyway to get away, nowhere from somewhere. As long as he doesn't get you. Better that way.

Does it have to be a he? That seems a little sexist. It could be a her. It cold be a he that identifies as a her. Or vice versa. Or maybe it's both. Isn't that a thing too. I wouldn't judge either way. I just hope it gets payed equal wage.

What if it's a minority? It could certainly be a minority. I've certainly never heard it called white before. Does that change things? No, not really, but does that make me racist? I feel like it does. I feel like it should. That seems like a racist thing to say.

Then again, maybe they'd be honored. I'd be honored if the thing that caught everything was my thing. But I guess it's not really a thing to be proud of. At least, not as a whole. I bet it's mother's proud of it, though.

Does it have a mother? Probably. Doesn't everyone have a mother? No, Adam doesn't. Neither does Eve. Do I have a mother? Yes. A very nice lady. I should really visit her. Pa too. I wonder how he's doing. Is he still working? No. Probably not. Too old. That's what he says, anyways.

I wonder what he does now. I wonder what anyone does now. Or then, rather. When you don't work, I mean. I mean, what do you do? Do you just sit around watching tv all day? Sounds pretty boring. Sure, it's a life of leisure and all, but for what? What's the point? Don't we have ambition or something like that? And shouldn't we be inspired to do something with our lives? Anything?

I suppose they've already done a great deal of something. Lots of something, probably, considering their age. But what if they didn't? What if they spent their whole life preparing for something that was never anything? What would they be then? Would they be happy? Remorseful? Depressed? I'd be pretty sad. But I guess that's not really depressed, is it? What's the difference, anyhow? I feel like there's a difference. I've been told there's a difference. But I can't seem to find one. It all seems the same to me.

Do you think he/she/it gets holidays? I mean, time off to spend with the family and such. Does he have a family? I mean, maybe not a mom, but a brother or sister or whatnot? I hope so. It'd seem pretty lonely without any family at all. Even orphans have adoptive parents. Or, if not that, a bond with fellow orphans. I don't know, actually. I've never been an orphan before. I've always wanted to try, though. Being an orphan and all. It seems like a real fun gig. I mean, for a short while at least. I feel like in the end it'll be much less Annie and much more child named it. That doesn't sound very fun. Never mind. I take that back.

If it doesn't have parents, and no brothers or sisters, is it an orphan? Because I feel like that's the very definition of an orphan. We're Adam and Eve orphans? No, they had God. But if God is God, don't we all have God? So wouldn't nobody be an orphan. I guess God doesn't count. So is it an orphan?

I hope not. That sounds rather sad. Sure, it isn't such a nice gal or pal or whatever, but it's got a job to do. I'm sure it doesn't enjoy it's job. But who does? I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. Everyone's got a purpose, right? So I guess that's it. Can you really blame it? It's just trying to do its job. Not really its fault, anyhow.

Plus, what would happen if it quit? I mean, sure, I don't like what it does anymore than the next guy, but seriously. I mean, think about it. That just seems dangerous. Good thing we got it, at least for now.

Maybe when we get robots and stuff we won't have it anymore. That would be kind of sad, though. I mean, not for me, obviously, but for it. I feel like it would feel out of place. An outcast, of sorts. What would it do if it couldn't do it anymore? Quit? No, more like retire. It's been working a long ass time. But I guess it wouldn't retire. It'd come back eventually. It'd have to. That's evolution, right. So I guess it'd be more like a vacation.

I wonder where'd it go? Is it a beach man or a skiing gal? Hiking or lounging? Big city or small town? I wonder where it lives. It's gotta live somewhere. That's probably where it lives, somewhere. Probably why we can't see him. Since we're nowhere and all. I wonder if he talks with past clients. He doesn't talk to future clients. Not even present clients. Seems kind of rude. Then again, I don't know. I've never been part of the transaction. At least, not one I can remember.

When I do have that transaction, will it tell me? And if it does, how will it break the news? Surely it is practiced in what it does, it's been doing it for a really long time. Like a really really long time. But maybe it's grown tired of its monotonous pitch and doesn't visit it's clients anymore. Maybe it hates it's job. Maybe it wants to quit. Maybe it has a kid it can pass it on to.

Can it have a child? Can it procreate? Can it fall in love? I certainly hope so. Love is pretty nice. It'd be sad to think that anyone couldn't fall in love, even something as gruesome as it. Not that it's ugly or anything, I surely don't know. I've never met the guy or gal or whatever. Could be quite the handsome fellow or pretty gal. Not really sure. It must be old though. Super old.

Maybe it doesn't age. That would make sense. A whole lotta sense. But if it doesn't age, does it have any sense of time. And if it does, does that sense of time change with age? Just like an hour seems like an eternity for a toddler but a second for an aging man. I wonder how long an hour feels for someone whose lived forever? Probably not very long. Or maybe it's just the same. I don't know. I mean it's not like time itself changes. It's just relative, right? The more time we have the more we have to compare. So I guess it just seems shorter, but it's really just the same.

I wonder how it does all it has to do in such short time. I mean, surely it's a busy man or woman. Every some odd seconds, right? Something like that. Maybe he can stop time. That'd be cool. Kind of make him a superhero of sorts. Or super villain? Depends how you look at it.

But I guess all heroes are like that. In real life, anyways. I mean, sure, Darth Vader and the Joker are evil, but what about that Churchill guy? I mean, sure, he helped end WWII and all that, but at what cost? Millions of people, murdered, and for what? It doesn't seem like much now. It seems to me that real life has a way of shading the blacks to ever lighter grays. As if real life doesn't want to be understood. As if it wants to hide. As if it wants to escape. Maybe real life is running away from it too. It could be. Time itself has to end, right? Just like the universe. Can't last forever. Whatever begins must come to an end. Eventually. Right?