We are the Dogs

I’m from a different universe, that’s the truth of it. Maybe you are, too.

One where you’re alive?

An alternative universe, where things aren’t completely shit. Where it isn’t all going to the dogs.

We are the fucking dogs – don’t forget that. We’re the dogs at the end of the world.

It’s odd living at the end of the world, isn’t it?

It’s odd living after the end of the world. It’s odd living at a time when the world refuses to end.