Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.
Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.
How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?
That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.
The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.