When empires fall
I am pretty sure it is for one reason and one reason alone: dinner.
Always with the dinner. “What’s for dinner mom” over and over, on repeat, until you die. Until the world collapses. Until civilization crumbles. Until the empire has fallen. And even then, I’m sure it still goes on, the dinner question.
When they aren’t asking about it, you’re still thinking about it. Planning it. Buying for it. Making it. Eating it. Cleaning up after it. Every day it’s fucking dinner and I am losing my goddamn mind. once my kids are gone, I may never eat another dinner again.