We are all fighting to be remembered in a desert of meaning. What strikes me most about Ozymandias is not the ruined monument but the confidence that built it—the certainty that a name could be hammered into eternity and made immune to forgetting. It is a familiar hunger. We, too, reach for permanence in a world that promises none. Some carve stone, some chase acclaim, some beg history to look back at them with mercy. Humanity does not…

Ozymandias and The Near Future