an inventive little lark set at the end of time, featuring the consciousness cluster known as Santa Claus battling the all-devouring Big Empty. fun!
and smart. in its 2,861 words, it touches on the nature of existence and the idea that being recognized and known, being conceptualized, being seen equals being, equals being alive. plus a handful of dazzling science fictional concepts that detail future life forms and societies, tossed into the story like small, brightly wrapped stocking stuffers.
A tale from the end of time, about entropy and what it takes to fight against it. The style is good, the length is perfect, and the concept original. I liked it well enough, but like many a post-apocalyptic story (and this one is post-post-post apocalyptic), the elements that lead to this only depress me, rather than enlighten or inform me. Even a horror story usually has a light somewhere in it. I suppose that’s the purpose of the ending, but for some reason it just didn’t coalesce for me.