when you dream about bad things happening, it means you're still fighting and you're still alive
The clocks stopped at one seventeen one morning. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. By day the dead impaled on spikes along the road. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calender for five years. Each day is more gray than the one before. Each night is darker - beyond darkness. The world gets colder week by week as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived. All the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will have fallen. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and road gangs looking for fuel and food. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food. Always food. Food and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice - difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.
SPOILERS FOR THE ROAD
I might've made a mistake watching The Road because lately my dreams tend to stray towards whatever I've recently seen. I think I had a dream that involved Peyton from One Tree Hill last night... lol and a lot of boyfriend drama has been scattered across my mind thanks to OTH as well. But I seriously don't think I can take any apocalypse dreams, especially my reoccurring one involving my brother (proof from 5 years ago).
Anyone who has asked about my favorite books knows that I loved Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank when I first read it in high school. Because it scared the shit out of me and only one other book has done that (The Regulators by Richard Bachman - I wouldn't have even picked the book up if I had known that that was one of Stephen King's pen names lol).
I should've known better to watch this movie. I cried not even 20 minutes into it. And it left me feeling miserable! The thought of having to struggle to survive, against starvation, illness (lack of medicine and general uncleanliness), other people - whether they be fighting to survive just like you or actually trying to eat you - it would kill my spirit. I don't know if I could "carry the fire".
Would you want to die in the nuclear blast? And if you would and you didn't die, would you commit suicide to save yourself the struggle? At times it was all very reminiscent of the end scene of the remade The Mist, the one with Thomas Jane. I cringed every time Viggo Mortensen held the gun to his son's head any time he thought they were about to be caught... I don't think I would have the strength to kill my own child. But after thinking about it (and I HATE thinking about it) I would do anything to save my child from pain and misery. It's like which one is less worse: dying in your father's arms from a gunshot to the head or being held captive in a dark cellar, practically starving and having limbs cut off one by one... the movie presents a truly upsetting string of questions I hope to never actually be forced to answer.
From the story standpoint, I did like how there were no names... and I liked how the boy seemed to represent hope. New hope. He wanted to help the old man and he had forgiveness for the black man who stole their things. It was refreshing to see that in their world... and maybe it was time for the father to pass on. Yes, he was obviously ill, sick from I don't know what (the arrow wound probably was infected as well) but it seemed like his "inner fire" was dying as well. He had no more faith, no more hope, no happiness. The boy was happy to see other people. I feel a little confused for feeling relieved (for the boy) when the father died... but I don't know. Maybe I should read the book to get more insight. But I'm not gonna lie, I'm afraid to. Any more details on this subject matter will get my mind spinning about what ifs and will this happen in my lifetime? God, I hope not.
SPOILERS FOR THE ROAD
I might've made a mistake watching The Road because lately my dreams tend to stray towards whatever I've recently seen. I think I had a dream that involved Peyton from One Tree Hill last night... lol and a lot of boyfriend drama has been scattered across my mind thanks to OTH as well. But I seriously don't think I can take any apocalypse dreams, especially my reoccurring one involving my brother (proof from 5 years ago).
Anyone who has asked about my favorite books knows that I loved Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank when I first read it in high school. Because it scared the shit out of me and only one other book has done that (The Regulators by Richard Bachman - I wouldn't have even picked the book up if I had known that that was one of Stephen King's pen names lol).
I should've known better to watch this movie. I cried not even 20 minutes into it. And it left me feeling miserable! The thought of having to struggle to survive, against starvation, illness (lack of medicine and general uncleanliness), other people - whether they be fighting to survive just like you or actually trying to eat you - it would kill my spirit. I don't know if I could "carry the fire".
Would you want to die in the nuclear blast? And if you would and you didn't die, would you commit suicide to save yourself the struggle? At times it was all very reminiscent of the end scene of the remade The Mist, the one with Thomas Jane. I cringed every time Viggo Mortensen held the gun to his son's head any time he thought they were about to be caught... I don't think I would have the strength to kill my own child. But after thinking about it (and I HATE thinking about it) I would do anything to save my child from pain and misery. It's like which one is less worse: dying in your father's arms from a gunshot to the head or being held captive in a dark cellar, practically starving and having limbs cut off one by one... the movie presents a truly upsetting string of questions I hope to never actually be forced to answer.
From the story standpoint, I did like how there were no names... and I liked how the boy seemed to represent hope. New hope. He wanted to help the old man and he had forgiveness for the black man who stole their things. It was refreshing to see that in their world... and maybe it was time for the father to pass on. Yes, he was obviously ill, sick from I don't know what (the arrow wound probably was infected as well) but it seemed like his "inner fire" was dying as well. He had no more faith, no more hope, no happiness. The boy was happy to see other people. I feel a little confused for feeling relieved (for the boy) when the father died... but I don't know. Maybe I should read the book to get more insight. But I'm not gonna lie, I'm afraid to. Any more details on this subject matter will get my mind spinning about what ifs and will this happen in my lifetime? God, I hope not.