I went to Bergdorf Goodman yesterday afternoon in time for Rapture. Just in case the world ended, I wanna make sure I’m in one of my favourite places in New York having a glass of rose and a few scoops of gelato. It’s hysterical, all this doomsday hocus pocus, no?

Il Laboratorio del Gelato at Bergdorf Goodman

It never ceases to amaze me how people like Harold Camping preach nonsense and make money, all in the name of “God”. Don’t you feel sorry for his believers?