In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.