Librarian of Alexandria


"Would you like something? Tea? Cakes? We have everything except hope. There is no hope. We are shadows stumbling through the endless freezing dark of existence. Empire biscuits? All is futile. We try to impose meaning on the chaos of being, but there is no meaning. Fairy cakes? We cultivate a pointless optimism as our bodies decay and disintegrate towards the grave. We hope for the future, but in the end we come to dust. In the end, even the stars are extinguished and entropy reduces everything to a valueless nullity. We cannot win. We cannot break even. We cannot even stay out of the game. There is no hope. There is no escape. We are alone with this endless horror."

"That's okay. I like it here."

—Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol