[apocalypstyx]

> I have nothing to say. I feel powerless and robbed of my own future by my parents' generation.

Beware, O Sinner, for Who Promises You a Tomorrow?

--St. Alphonsus of Ligouri

Just as we pretend the heat death of the universe shall never arrive and that time (billions upon billions of years is inconceivable to the human mind) we pretended it an infinity, never truly paying heed that there would be a last generation or that we might be among them.