Part 1: Post In a universe in post-extinction, does it matter if anything exists? If nothing gets to see the light of day ever dwindled by the atomic age, what truly matters? Part 2: Sink The features of humanity are still here. If anything truly matters, I will feel pain. Light won't return. Part 3: Chloride My permittivity of hope remains. It's infinitesimal, but not zilch. Perhaps I remain somewhere above, waiting for the light to shine again.
Thank you, Garageband.
