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.