At 2:30am...

...I feel like I am in some apocalyptic movie where the death of humanity occurs, unbeknownst to me. I sit in my room, above the vacant streets, hammering away at an essay that I do not need to hand in. My professor has been swept away along with the rest of the mortals. Then the fear sets in ... why am I still here? Maybe it is better to think that I have an essay to hand in tomorrow.