The End of the World

The author is now dead, and due to the lack of firm, corroborating evidence for her story, we are somewhat reluctant even to label this text a memoir. Perhaps it is simply fiction set against the backdrop of reality. We leave it to the listener to judge. Part one, the end one. I was born into the apocalypse. It looks like an apocalypse from here or from now, from a distance, it looks like the world ended. Maybe it did. But, and i suspect that this isn't something people like to admit. "I grew up at the end of the world and all that mattered was what was for dinner"