Good things will still happen. There is good beer, my cat, hanging with my brother, re-watching Garth Marenghi’s Dark Place, the music of Holland Oats, and you know sunsets and that kind of shit.

All of those things can still be loved and enjoyed as we ceaselessly continue to be hurled through this burning hellscape of inescapable doom and decay careening with no way of stopping until it reaches its catastrophic and explosive end guided by its own blind angry hands.