My name is Ozymandius, king of kings! Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. The Web site for The World Without Us has a nice little interactive timeline detailing some of what happens as the humanless future progresses. What I find most interesting about this is the way in which the initial horror of desolation begins to take on a kind of eerie beauty the further and further you get from your projected personal lifespan.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Posted by Gerry Canavan at 12:25 PM
Labels: apocalypse, necro-aesthetics, Ozymandias, The World Without Us
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