You can feel it… the final breath of humanity.
There is a sound and fury to it, both musical and profane. Where chaos is blunted, there lingers the suffocating silence, apathy, radical defiance of humour and in some quarters: the absurdity of hope.
Here in the heart of humanity's last stand, some of us are still, perhaps naïvely, human.
Amid the chaos, desperation, and the never-ending torrent of bad weather, one sentiment is underlined… the long-dead generations have doomed us, and if we are to survive, we may have to forfeit our humanity.
Forfeit? To what end? This is no longer the land of plenty; choices must be made.
When this final city dangles by a thread, do you knock it down? Or, do you re-enforce the tyrants that help hold it together? Perhaps with some sense of vision, or an odd feeling in the gut, you find a different path with its own set of trade-offs...
Time to sit in the driver's seat; your choices are near, and conversation your most potent tool.