Creation is built upon the promise of hope, that things will get better than the day before. But it’s not true. Cities collapse. Populations expand. Environments decay. People get ruder. You can’t go to a movie without getting into a fight with the guy in the third row who won’t shut up. Filthy streets. Drive-by shootings. Irradiated corn. Permissible amounts of rat-droppings per hot dog. Bomb blasts and body counts. Terror in the streets, on camera, in your living room. AIDs and Ebola and Hepatitis B and you can’t touch anyone becuase you’re afraid you’ll catch something besides love and nothing tastes as good anymore and Christopher Reeves is in a wheelchair and love is statistically false.
— Midnight Nation