Dead End

We can’t go any farther. Where have we ended up? Nowhere. A dead end.

Of course it’s a dead end. What else could it have been? What did you expect? Did you actually expect anything?

So cynical. So much more cynical than us. So much more … dead.

That’s what we have to be: dead to hope. Dead to possibility. Which you can only be when you’ve been fooled over and again. When you’ve fooled yourselves. When everything fools you. When you let it fool you.

False hope: that’s all we’ve ever wanted. Consolation. But consolation for what? For having no consolations.