Our Love Affair with the Apocalypse

As a species, we’ve become obsessed with The End.

It’s not that we want fire and brimstone catastrophes, ravenous zombies, or locusts that shoot raging plagues of pestilence from their mouths (OK, maybe some people do); it’s that we’ve reached this point where we desperately need an ending. We need a collective ending so we can get on a with a new collective beginning.

Life goes on, even after a story stops and the curtain falls.