This is a story about a fleeting romantic encounter in the foreground of the apocalypse. It's a song about the cyclical patterns of humanity and how destroying ourselves doesn't truly mean it's the end. Our universal needs and desires are preserved and spread through ideology and genetics, only for our descendants to progress through the same tragic narrative. This is a song about human nature and our ineffable ability to make everything about ourselves. It protests, it conforms, and It is guilty of the very thing it criticizes. It's an unreliable document of the individual experience that is, when all is said and done, begging to begin again. more