Knight of Cups

It’s not enough to save the world when they skies are turning black; you have to take the world apart and put the good things back.
After the city fell, I left the country and found another, with brighter beaches and shorter skirts on all the girls. In a bar I met a man named Gunther, who had worked in the financial services sector and later as a property developer. He had committed suicide long ago, and if you could convince him, he would let you poke your finger through the bloody hole in his skull.
Later I drank until I fell down and walked home across the sands.