I look forward to the day when the last human being, frail and gasping for air as it wanders through the wasteland, finally collapses, and with it, all that was humanity. Some time later this insignificant star will expand, engulfing what remains of our ruins, then collapse in on itself, all within what is not but a moment, meaningless in the face of infinity.

      Now, you might say “do not despise all of humanity, for there are good people and beautiful things—art, love, knowledge”. Sure, there are a few good apples here and there, but they quickly fall into insignificance when compared to the rotting mass of humanity. Besides, in the end, even they have worms.

Hell is not just other people. Hell is the concept of humanity in its entirety, the you and the I.

      I am glad that humanity will die in the slowest and most painful way: through the use of a simple poison, found naturally and in abundance, administered slowly into the atmosphere. And, through the mass production of poison-distribution machines, everyone can participate in the mass murder. And as a trade off, as a secondary function, these machines will take us from point A to point B.

      Say I were to give it a second thought, that maybe those few good things made it all worth while, that our rotten stench weren’t so overpowering so as to quash anything sweet.
      All that is sweet and worthwhile is fodder for consumption, to be swallowed by pop culture. Pop culture is the sum total of failed attempts to divert our attention from reality, so that those sweet things, real and pure, are made banal, superficial, equal to anything else for better or worse.
      Pop culture is so successful, it is worth asking: what is there in the human experience that remains real? There was only ever two causes, two explanations, two reasons.

Reproduction. Death. Reproduction. Death. Reproduction. Death. Reproduction. Death.

      That is all that will remain because that is all that there ever was. Because humanity was never at the centre of things. Life was nothing more than a meaningless anomaly. And any life form is like any other: a perpetual struggle until it is finally gone.