Human history is one of last chances, great gambles, chops and changes.

Our biggest failure is our biggest virtue: we don't think anything is final.  Religion is as big a sign of that as anyone could need.

Even now, in the heat death, we keep lashing together ways of keeping that candle burning, of keeping the wold from the door for one more day.

Personally, I hope to open the door and kill the wolf.

I have been working on the unchaos generator for I'm not sure how long.  We don't really have years now the sun is gone.  I've been working on it since I could see ground under the snow if I dug down far enough.  I'm not sure what made me decide to make it look like a statue.  If there were anyone to talk to, I'd tell them it was a statue of entropy, the great leveller.

I'm not sure how long it's been since I smiled, but I push weary muscles in the right direction as I push the button and it starts.

It's not warm.  It's not cold.  It's not anything I have a word for.

Down in the park, in the weird anti-light, the snow begins to rise.