Strangely Comforting - Tumblr Posts
There are eraser shavings even as the world ends. Teenagers bent, head’s together, over their math homework as the lights go out. The gas station attendant dreams, even, of selling candy bars. Stands behind the counter after the gas runs out. Phone lines must be repaired. Potholes are annoying, even to those who are running. The poets do as poets do. As if we could expect anything less. We live small lives. We do our small parts. We make our small art. We feel. We love. We care. We care so much, there will be eraser shavings even as the zombies come. Even as the zombies come.
For me personally, one story that comes to mind is that of the Martin and Willie Handcart companies in the mid 1800s, where many in the company felt a presence during their journey. Many swear by it, that the presence felt was that of angels. Honestly, I find the idea comforting.
For those interested in further reading
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land