since forever (Derek Swirsky) Day Before Rapture

Marcel Schwob (1867 - 1905) gave us an embarrassment of riches when discussing the end of the world. Whether that world was global (as depicted in "The Terrestrial Fire" and "The Death of Odjigh") or personal (such as "Alain the Kind" and "The Three Little Children's Tale"), Schwob's mixture of surreal atmosphere and lucid prose lends itself to any discussion of how the world ends. His writing style also implores us to ask questions about our own values in communication; can even the most romantic writing somehow remain agnostic of sentiment?

Read 'em and weep