As I set down these notes on paper
I'm obsessed by the thought that I may be the last living man on earth
My wife, colleagues, my students, my books, my world, where are they?
Did they ever exist?
Am I Richard Pearson?
What day is it?
Do days exist?
Exhausted by terror I fall asleep
Two days I wander in a vague northerly direction
through a desolate world.
Finally, I notice a living creature
I'm just getting warm
(The last living man on Earth)
I'm just getting warm
(The last living man on Earth)
