we were strangers when we met, tangents crossing paths, we were travellers aligned, just for a short time, a moment within a moment. 
all those people we pass, the ones with the smiles and that look, deep in their eyes, all those people don't know what they know.
and now the sun rises quickly over a dead world
yes the light travels faster at the end game.
we eat the half dead fish from a dwindling ocean, our memories betray us. our thoughts no longer flow like gliders in clear air, but they manifest a friction. something abrasive in devolutionary processes of recall, memory becomes a voice external, a radio tuned into a ghostlike frequency. i know food, shelter and the strong impulses and urges towards sex and violence flood my frontal cortex, the reptile in me awakened. i am suspicious of these ghost thoughts, they have invaded my mind with their strange voices and images. 
i see the previous times where civilisation flourished and we built incredible structures and mastered the realms. i see how we left this land, like birds and then beyond. we reached the stars. i see the telecommunications, the way knowledge was available and instantaneous. long ago i saw how the species conquered it's domain. and now, we walk through that rotting history, derelict and almost a landscape unknown, it no longer seems important against the brute will of survival.
once there were crowds and hordes but now there are just dwindling numbers of us, a few tribes perhaps. my mate holds out her hand, she offers me some bird meat. her eyes look at mine and i look away as my mind floods with emotions i cannot understand. 
she turns away, i make a noise, it booms out, a cry or howl at the situation, limited in my understanding, i know nothing about language but in that sound is the pain and frustration of my species. it's lonely and sad and begging for forgiveness.
the female looks at me in sympathy but i only feel disgust.