shy_violence

Walking around a town where all the power is out is a totally surreal experience. You don't really think about light until it is not there and then it becomes super important. I really had no idea how broad the scope of that storm was until i was reading the paper the other day, my apartment complex never lost power, so we were like one very small island of light surrounded by darkened homes and apartments, and neither did my work, so life proceeded as normal throughout the storm.

When things like that happen it makes me realize just how unprepared I would be if something even more serious went down. I grew up in the heart of earthquake country and my parents had a trunk full of stuff in case of a big earthquake or if our roads were cut off by mudslides, and now I pretty much own one working flashlight and maybe a box of band aids and that is it.

This new realization comes in part from the storm but really most of it comes from the fact that I have almost exclusively been reading post-apocalyptic fiction lately and it has totally messed with my head. The Road by Cormac McCarthy and The Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler are two of the best books in the genre in my opinion. It is really interesting to read about what people think will happen when everything goes to shit, which it will.