All tagged Post-Apocalyptic

Memetic fever

New York was a half-alive ruin; electronic billboards smashed and window displays boarded over, tipped up and trashed. DataVision on 38th looked like a storm had hit it. An empty plastic bag fluttered in the breeze, snagged on a shard of broken glass in one of the windows. A desultory flag for the new age.

When we left the city

August 23rd

Camping sucks in the worst way possible, and that’s when you know that you’re only going to have to endure two, three days tops pestered by mozzies and squelching in the mud. But I guess when the other option’s death, it’s not so bad.