It’s over

It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you think? There’s too much to do, watch, buy, learn, hear, read, understand, it all cancels out, doesn’t it, it means nothing, nothing at all. We’ve already been exposed to too much, there’s no going back. These lines themselves will immediately get lost among the countless other lines being written, read, laboured over, to what avail? To what end, when the end has already come and gone, you say, when the end itself has ended? We’ll let nature take its course, isn’t that what you think? We’ll let nature correct itself, heal itself of its human disease, isn’t that what you think?