Apocalypse of the Non-Euclidean Geometrists

An arctic spring, but this unseasonal cold has an unexpected side effect of leaching all colour from everything. Interiors are safe (the yellow of the lightbulb) but all exteriors are in grey and white only. There were shadows this morning, but as the day has progressed, even these bled themselves into white. I stand looking at the horizon - where there was once a horizon - from the fourth floor at work. It isn't fog, or mist, it's like all darkness has ceased to exist, all depth, all perspective. Welcome to the two dimensional apocalypse people. I imagine overnight that angles and straight lines will continue to break down. We might wake up to a very different world. The reign of the non-Euclidean geometrists has begun.