Dust in the Wind

2022 passed away mercifully once the death was called and the machines that had provided its heart and soul since its sickly birth were unplugged. Born out of an oppressive eternity of lingering pandemic fears, a thin and weak 2022 suffered each day from the weariness of universal distrust, separation anxiety and an inability to thrive.

Left alone with just a zoom nanny still masked up, it learned nothing and found the new normal an exercise in the cancerous malignancy of depressive nothingness. 2022 was rumored to be one of humanity’s last, choked, flooded, burned, plagued with wars, hatred, division, divisiveness, left teetering of the edge of eroded embankment the angry ocean waiting for high tide to come and sweep it away…yet the year hung on to it sad forgettable costly end adding nothing, taking much, leaving us all worst for it having existed.

2022 leaves no direct decedents futile finger swipes and lonely midnight tappings incapable of procreation. No memorial is planned, thought and prayers need not be said. 2022 having never risen from dust will simply blow away into nothingness of its own accord. Memorials can be sent to 2023. Cash donations only, no crypto.