The world is going up in flames, and I'm still here, stuck in this endless void, wondering why I never learned to make a decent cup of tea. The last thing I remember, I was trying to find meaning in a sea of meaningless things. Now, all that's left are these diaries, and the faint scent of existential dread.
Next Entry"The only thing more terrifying than the end of the world is the end of a good Wi-Fi signal." - The Disappearing Author
Maybe that's the last thought of the last human.