We could live beside the ocean. Leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers. Watch the world die.

PS in an unrelated note, my neighbor's son is learning to play what I believe to be the flute. I can tell this by the incessent shotgun in slow motion repition of "Mary Had a Little Lamb."

I am tempted to break through the wall and scream "Mary had a little lamb but I ATE IT!"