Too Late

Maybe Nimrod’s dead. Maybe all we’ll find is Nimrod’s tomb. Maybe all we’ll find is NOTHING.

We’re too late. Wasn’t that always our story? We were too late to make sense of it all. Too late to … find out what we’re for. What we can do. We were always posthumous. We’re the sort who come after, you know that. We’re the kind who miss the party.