"Futility.
You hear the word and you imagine a certain knowledge of things beforehand, “I figured it would end this way but shit, I had to try.”
I imagine walking long miles for nothing, running head long into total absurdity, not because you knew you had to try anyway, but because you had no options left but the hail Mary.
You aren’t a passenger, merely aboard the Lusitania moments before the torpedo strike, you’re Capt. Bligh, whipping his crew to death one by one because the seas refuse to stir in your favor."
