The world did not collapse because a meteorite fell on Earth. It was not a global epidemic that killed him. Civilization was ruined by trifles, mere trifles. A barrage of trifles like the flu and tactical nukes. Like the mistakes of scientists and the slowness of the authorities. Like a reluctance to believe what is happening. A person does not believe in his own death, although he knows about it. Humanity cannot comprehend its destruction, even when it is right on the screens. In a world that is dying, one also has to live. Ceasing to notice everything that is happening around, getting used to the idea that everything that happens is the norm. It's easier for young people to survive. They never saw another world and another life. They are the ones who will have to build everything anew. From what's left.