The author creates a report on the apocalypse, the final moments of the world that are happening before our eyes. Alksnin calls her work a "sylvan drama" – it is a meeting point for different genres, poetics, registers of language and topics. Criticism of man's exploitative economy intersects with criticism of various social relations, especially those founded on patriarchy. The author singles out xenophobia, racism, glorification of war, striving for social alienation, and juxtaposes this with the naïve attitude of the Internet social justice warrior, who tries to 'save' the planet with likes and tweets.
Where do we draw the line between ego-boosting slacktivism and a real and causal engagement in political activism? Do we, the little people, even have any influence on the fate of the world? One character states:
"I am one big shrug of the shoulders, I think only an air strike cutting off Internet access would be ready to flush me out of my pathetic comfort zone."
In the face of an unstoppable catastrophe, sometimes all that's left is inaction and resignation:
"I'm waving to you, world, a white flag made of old underpants, I give up!", I croak from the sofa, drinking my tea. I give up, world, you won!"
Postcards from the End of the World, ghostly postcards from the centre of the Anthropocene, make up a dramatic score that can be written out for any number of people and realised in various forms, such as e.g. a concert.