An aging narrator ponders advancing infirmity and fear of days growing shorter and colder and fewer, having survived what ought not to have been. Visited only by memories of loss and regret, he considers the meaning of his isolation and loneliness, and impending end. Memories retained at terrible cost as a final grasp of mind, of will, without memory only silence, as though life had never been. An eventless unfolding of last things fading in the ending of time. Very much a companion piece to the preceding novel, Going On Alone, Everyone Is Gone is a stark, tremulous consideration of unwilling survival without light, without company, without hope.