The Signal.
My name is Ethan Haas, and I am one of you.
My friend Rob suggested I start a blog, that it would be the best way to reach out to people. I thought about it, and I think he was right. So, I'm putting down my delicious cherry Slusho and I'm reaching out.
Hello, Internet. Welcome to the End of Things.
There are too many people watching me as it is, but I have to try this.
If you're out there, and you know who I am, and you want to stop this... thing from happening, tell me. I have to know there's still something worth fighting for after what I've... I'm not even sure what I've seen anymore.
There are only a few months left before we're out of time, so I gotta make this quick.
My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.
That one's for the kids. Stay tuned.
E
.
My friend Rob suggested I start a blog, that it would be the best way to reach out to people. I thought about it, and I think he was right. So, I'm putting down my delicious cherry Slusho and I'm reaching out.
Hello, Internet. Welcome to the End of Things.
There are too many people watching me as it is, but I have to try this.
If you're out there, and you know who I am, and you want to stop this... thing from happening, tell me. I have to know there's still something worth fighting for after what I've... I'm not even sure what I've seen anymore.
There are only a few months left before we're out of time, so I gotta make this quick.
My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.
That one's for the kids. Stay tuned.
E
.