i’ve seen seinfeld. you’ve seen seinfeld. the whole planet has seen every episode of seinfeld at least three times. newborns are shown the master of my domain episode before they see their mother’s face.
the moon is made not of cheese or hollywood sound stages but of seinfeld dvd box sets. the stars weep the name seinfeld. black holes scream constanza. neutron stars spin in worship of kramer’s legendary entrances. solar winds push stellar nurseries into the twisted shapes of elaine’s thumb dance.
cthulhu’s voice is the sound of electric slap bass.
the multiverse dies while we watch.
we are seinfeld.