A joke about the disappearance of the world
The end of the world is at hand. Everything is running out, there are no more porridges, seagulls or sailors. The lighthouses have broken off their bases. Even the light begins to fade. But there are still two men. One of them can't see and the other is a slave. Yet they still have many words. Still those old cute questions and known answers. But there are also words that are unused. The anxiety of expectations is great - with the birth of every such word from their lips, the world changes. At the end, they are still gods.
As long as we talk, we will not die. In spite of everything, it is more fun together than living alone on a checkerboard.