Here, nothing is manmade. There is nothing left. And yet, bodies continue to vibrate. These broken creatures are imbued with innocence and joy, rage, determination, and despair. Despite being tormented, they have survived our mawkish aspirations of glory and fortune. In a world of apocalyptic buffoons, no points of reference survive. Bodies react and endure, but only respond out of instinct. In a world without language, only traces remain of what was once humanity.