Burning down the House – Talking Heads
The wall of televisions made little noise. Everything was just a hum… a mix of voices, talking yelling, singing, laughing. Just there. All of this watching was boring him. There really wasn't anything new and important in the world. Everything had gone back to they way it was before he was there. Everyone was fighting again. Just like before. Ashes to Ashes…or in this case Bullshit to more bullshit. He pushed himself up from his throne, dropping the remote onto the empty chair. He took measured steps around the hall. Nothing really interested him. Antarctica was pleasant, but flat. And cold. So very cold.