After the Future

If our bulimic civilization were to disappear one day, suffocated, I would be the last man. The survivor, the one who trudges down the long beaches of the infinite ocean looking for a sign, looking for an other. The horizon will be so empty, so deserted that the plastic debris I run across will be the only proof of my past. I will look at it deeply, thirstily, to remember. It will be vast and precious in my eyes.