The Z’s will kill us all, and then the Z’s will die out and in sixty
years there will be no one to remember our silly war, Caroline’s
wasted ammunition, my year of zombic survivalism, Rene DesCartes’s
musings, or Michelangelo’s sculptures. And that is really only the
sadness here as I drink a thousand-dollar bottle of wine down here
in the cellar: We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for
someone to remember them.

Autor: John Green