I’m a little late to the party, but I just read the book “Armageddon in Retrospect” by Kurt Vonnegut. It was his last novel, published in 2006.
I’m not a big fan of Vonnegut. He tends to write about things that are not my favorite subjects: war and death and destruction. But this book was different. It was about how he had been told that the world would end in 2012, and he had lived out his life with the knowledge of this impending doom hanging over him.
He wrote the book as a sort of confession, an account of his thoughts during those last years before he died in 2007 of Alzheimer’s disease.
Vonnegut told me something that I think everyone should know: Everyone dies alone. When we die, there will be no one left alive who knew us when we were young or happy or healthy or even just alive.
There will be no one left to remember what we did or what we said or even what kind of person we were – because there will be no one left to remember anything at all except perhaps some words on a gravestone that have long since faded away into dust.
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