The main part of this work is a plague pillar built from all the mess that will outlive us many times over. When we finally don’t make it, we won’t be left with monuments and memorials from the ruins, but landfills. We will not be left with monuments and memorials, but landfills. Landfills full of things that were supposed to save us. The self-portraits reflect my most frequent moods, mania and depression. The other smaller graphics depict the perceptible ubiquity of the epidemic. Dies irae (“days of wrath”) is a gregorian lament most often used at funerals. Its text describes the last days of humanity, the last judgment. In classical music, it is often paraphrased precisely because of its melancholic melody and atmosphere. This title emphasizes my effort to capture the timelessness, loneliness and feeling of the approaching end, also reflecting the atmosphere of the last global pandemic.