Today I saw a young mother reading The Road waiting for the tube at Hampstead, she had her baby in a sling around her neck... found that quite poignant.
The strange thing about reading this book, half the time you're thinking about the whole situation as a tragic and poetic event, then suddenly its a training manual - "OK when this happens, everyone else is fucked, but not me".
I've definitely noticed myself buying more canned goods, and I cleaned my Leatherman for the first time in years.
Today I saw a young mother reading The Road waiting for the tube at Hampstead, she had her baby in a sling around her neck... found that quite poignant.
The strange thing about reading this book, half the time you're thinking about the whole situation as a tragic and poetic event, then suddenly its a training manual - "OK when this happens, everyone else is fucked, but not me".
I've definitely noticed myself buying more canned goods, and I cleaned my Leatherman for the first time in years.