Is it ironic that I read the final moment, sat back, and said, "Jesus fuck." It's hard not to imagine the film "Don't Look Up" while reading this, in a way, but they're quite different. There was a sense of destined, fatalistic despair to "Don't Look Up." Feriend has a different ethos altogether. There is nothing destined. We have choices... and sometimes we fail. Sometimes we fail in such a way as to fall into utter tragedy.
But at least we tried. Because the end isn't the point. It is, but it isn't. Trying is the point. We've gotta try.
Is it ironic that I read the final moment, sat back, and said, "Jesus fuck." It's hard not to imagine the film "Don't Look Up" while reading this, in a way, but they're quite different. There was a sense of destined, fatalistic despair to "Don't Look Up." Feriend has a different ethos altogether. There is nothing destined. We have choices... and sometimes we fail. Sometimes we fail in such a way as to fall into utter tragedy.
But at least we tried. Because the end isn't the point. It is, but it isn't. Trying is the point. We've gotta try.