It’s the end, we finally agree, as we watch TV on mute in the dark, in our uncle’s room, the blue light flickering around us. It’s been the end from the beginning, those spazzy presenters don’t fool us, those adverts don’t fool us. It’s the end, X tells me, at last you understand, resistance is futile. You were stopped before you began, he says, you just didn’t listen to me. You thought you could still achieve things, you thought there was still hope for you, but now you know, he says. Now I know, I agree, the end is nigh, the end is here, and the end goes on.
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