No Future Part Two: The Days After No Future

Oh, I recall the last morning
The sun would rise on the race of man
After which it was clear nothing would be the same again
When called to answer for their crimes
The only response that they could find
Was that it seemed to be a good idea at the time
Now the sun in the sky has turned to rust
The rivers are running red with blood
And the cries of the helpless were never, never enough

And those of us who were still alive
Were rightly afraid to go outside
When VuBu said, "This isn't shoegaze - this is suicide."
Then they came with torches and pitchforks
Carrying guns, clubs and sharp swords
When the loudest voice I ever heard said, "It's over."

It's over!

[Albert Camus]

"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."