I think of the twentieth century as one long question, and in the end we got the answer wrong. Arent we unfortunate babies to be born as the world ended? After that there was no chance for the planet, and no chance for us. Or maybe it was just the end of one civilisation, ours, and at some point in the future another will take its place. In that case we are standing in the last lighted room before the darkness, bearing witness to something.

Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney