Radioactive nostalgia. Idealization of the 1950s, in an ironic way of course. Everyone's so smart and so cool, telling pointless and melancholic-fantastic stories to each other. Like the sisters who are struck in their own planetoid and one falls in love with an astronaut who falls with his spaceship from the sky. Or the story about the young kid whose sun has gone out of the sky. Or the apocalyptic scenarios with slight variations by Dag (whom I have always thought as some sort of mellower and much 'gothic' variation of Tyler Durden.) Dag's paranoia makes him lovable. He speculates that may be all those gigantic mushroom clouds are not really what they were portrayed to be. What if they are actually really small, and the media is manipulating things to make it looks so much more menacing than it actually is.

And in a way these thoughts of Dag remain relevant so long as there is the presence of atomic weapons capable of dragging us all into annihilation. The Cold War never really ended with the fall of the Berlin Wall. Now the latest news I've read, tells of Israel's plan of attacking Iran. Israel's been keeping a more-than-wary on the latter ever since news surfaced of its weapons-grade enrichment of nuclear materials.