At this point, it seems to, at least for me that it's the complete and utter denial of reality, that the one and only future that would await me and the rest of this city is complete and utter oblivion over a cough, and no matter how many people were to speak up nobody will care.
There's no point holding any sort of hope anymore, alongside experience, empathy, logic and common sense. The only thing I believe in now is that everything burns bright for us and us alone and we deserved it for complying.
I don't hold any delusions that this IS the Grand finale, and at this point I might as well as yell into a blackhole. I can't even spend a second away from the blackhole, because I fear the moment I look away from it everything will end.
The greeks told the legend of pandora's box (containing all the worlds plagues) to teach EXACTLY this lesson.
Most people do not understand why in the ending, pandora closes the box just in time to keep one plague - hope inside.
Hope is a sickness/plague.