Our Last Year

They say the world is ending. Back in the city, the tabloid headlines screamed ASTEROID WILL KILL US ALL IN 2025, while eggheads on TV said it would probably fly by. But here, in these caves in the middle of nowhere, there’s just the radio, blending this multitude of stories into a more and more uniform hum.

There’s a group of us here, waiting for the end, forgotten by the rest of humanity. We are very different people, with different reasons to be here. Some say we can survive here if we work hard, and that after the dust cloud settles we will rebuild civilisation. Some see it as the last chance to live their life to the fullest and do things they never dared. Some want to make their peace with God, some seek love, or forgiveness, or connection. Others just want to forget it all and party like there’s no tomorrow. 

Still, the end of days seems to be bringing us closer together. Today, we’re celebrating a wedding – perhaps the last one any of us will ever see – and afterwards someone will have to do the dishes. We have one more year to fill with meaning.​