Intro

As I set down these notes on paper I'm obsessed by the thought that I may be the last living man on earth My wife, colleagues, my students, my books, my world, where are they? Did they ever exist? Am I Richard Pearson? What day is it? Do days exist? Exhausted by terror I fall asleep Two days I wander in a vague northerly direction Through a desolate world Finally, I notice a living creature I'm just getting warm (The last living man on Earth) I'm just getting warm (The last living man on Earth)