tales from the great recession: the aftermath

[the dreadful hours]

the aftermath isn't the romanticized wind-swept dystopian landscape you see in the movies

the aftermath isn't accompanied by a bittersweet classical score

the aftermath doesn't come with the ray of hope that a new day will dawn

the aftermath will not be ushered off and replaced by the eventual ascension of rejuvenation

the aftermath is not a placeholder......


the aftermath is cold and static

the aftermath is utterly unchanging

the aftermath is you ... there ... forever

just you....


there are no beacons

there are no search parties

no one is coming for you

[Adios]

Finally. Peace and quiet.

[LMNO]

And we won't have to use arithmetic anymore... because it's the after-math!
























(to be fair, i think the dreadful hours appreciates puns more than most people.)

[Adios]

And we won't have to use arithmetic anymore... because it's the after-math!
























(to be fair, i think the dreadful hours appreciates puns more than most people.)

[Cramulus]

that was bleak

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That was one of your better ones, ambassador.

[AFK]

Roland Emmerich would love this one. 

[the last yatto]

That's the funny thing about the aftermath, some people who believe in order say its anarchy and it doesn't really exist, others see it as the process of the machine slowly eatting itself. Some people who believe in zen see it as the guru getting run over by a car, others see it as the orgasm after a good night of looting.