The skies are dark, they have been for years. I once read that a massive volcano in a far away land in a long ago time erupted so violently that ash blotted out the sun and brought years of terrible winters. What we wouldn’t have given for a volcano. I suppose, in a way, it’s ash that’s making the sky so black now, but from no natural source. It’s the ash of humanity after it blew itself up. There never was a war to end all wars, no matter how many times people said it. Until there was. Now we cling to this frozen rock, this Earth, the last remnants of our terrible stupid-smart species. I’ve read science fiction books full of apocalypses and death but they always end on some ray of light. When I look up, there is no ray, there is no light.