We will sit here, overlooking the ruins of Chernobyl, until we die from radiation poisoning or turn into mutants. Because it's beautiful to us, this cityscape empty of people, and drunk on vodka we imagine the whole world thus, saved at last from the likes of us, who will finally and at long last have obliterated ourselves out of sheer incompetence. It is enough to say we never should have been here in the first place. No, our place is elsewhere, but where? Some Hell made in our own image. Let's just leave it at that.