As we trudge through the wastelands of our own making, we find ourselves face to face with the crushing weight of our own ineptitude. The machines we've built to save us have only served to entrench our own despair.
Our cities are a maze of concrete and steel, a prison of our own design, where the only escape is a never-ending cycle of drudgery and toil. The skies we once gazed upon with wonder, now a toxic haze that chokes the life from our lungs.
And yet, we press on, fueled by the futile hope that somehow, someway, somewhen, we'll manage to claw our way back to a world that's not quite so... screwed.
Read on: "The Inescapable Futility of Human Effort (Part 2)"
Or, if you're feeling particularly surreal, you might want to check out our Surrealist Manifesto, where we explore the finer points of living in a world that's slowly losing all sense of reason.
Or, if you're feeling particularly exasperated, you might want to try your luck at our Feedback Loop of Despair, where we eagerly await your scathing critiques and withering rebukes.