The world is fucked, and I'm only partly to blame.
I realized the sky would implode long before most people, and, as a result, no one would listen. No one wanted to hear what I had to say. Locked in their hopes and dreams, their fantasies and the black hole of pop culture, they suffered from restricted imaginations. If they could accept the possibility, then they wouldn't indulge it. They wouldn't allow themselves to infer what such a catastrophe might bring. Instead, they chose to dismiss such possibilities, so, when the sky did implode, a sense of emotional paralysis settled over them, and they refused to accept their fate until it devoured them.