"I’m recording this because this could be the last thing I’ll ever say.

The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion.

A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire.

I’m not sorry, we had it coming.

A surge of white hot atonement will be our wakeup call.

Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.

The bombs begin to fall as I’m rushing to meet my love.

Please, remember me. There is no more."

During the pandemic I stupidly read some diaries of the people during the Black Death times. Those were pretty bleak. One of them wrote: I’m leaving some blank pages at the end of my diary. In case there is anyone left alive to fill them in.

He probably thought that was the last written thing sent from one human to another.

Etaoin shrdlu