7.09 am, I was awake.
Greeted by the blinding light of the morning sun shining through my bedroom window and welcomed into the chaos by the erratic beating of my own. It had taken exactly 10 hours for Sudbury to die away. I sat there thinking, something I often do. I had large gaps of memory. I thought back to day that marked the end of humanity, or I thought so. A journalist’s voice droned on from by bedroom radio, but I wasn’t listening.
Tony Blair has said remarkable progress is being made in Afghanistan - and Britain is committed to supporting the country. He was talking after meeting the Afghan President, Hamid Karzai, in the capital, Kabul. At a news conference, Mr Blair said the people of Afghanistan deserved to live in a proper democratic …show more content…
“Sole survivors?”
“Do you remember what happened out there”
Sudden images entered my minds, unbearable. The most beautiful of memories are the worst, cutting my insides as if they were shards of glass.
“I see that you do, don’t worry. It happens to everyone out here. It is part of the norm of the aftermath of these memories we have of the old world. Part of me says that it was all for the benefit of the world that a global apocalypse hit us suddenly. The only downside was that it didn’t finish us off.”
Before the virus, Sudbury was always moving; cars, people, busses, trains. All those people making the organic part of the city. They built churches, mosques and temples. There were hospitals, libraries, police stations, courts and jails. But what is saw now was on whole different terms. ‘The Institution’ or whatever they call it, is surrounded by a wall and backs onto a steep mountain range, was this wall built to keep us in or others out? Something about the place just feels ‘off’ to me, I can’t even make sense of my memories and nightmares, it just feels like it just never happened, but part of me says it is your memory, you should trust
Greeted by the blinding light of the morning sun shining through my bedroom window and welcomed into the chaos by the erratic beating of my own. It had taken exactly 10 hours for Sudbury to die away. I sat there thinking, something I often do. I had large gaps of memory. I thought back to day that marked the end of humanity, or I thought so. A journalist’s voice droned on from by bedroom radio, but I wasn’t listening.
Tony Blair has said remarkable progress is being made in Afghanistan - and Britain is committed to supporting the country. He was talking after meeting the Afghan President, Hamid Karzai, in the capital, Kabul. At a news conference, Mr Blair said the people of Afghanistan deserved to live in a proper democratic …show more content…
“Sole survivors?”
“Do you remember what happened out there”
Sudden images entered my minds, unbearable. The most beautiful of memories are the worst, cutting my insides as if they were shards of glass.
“I see that you do, don’t worry. It happens to everyone out here. It is part of the norm of the aftermath of these memories we have of the old world. Part of me says that it was all for the benefit of the world that a global apocalypse hit us suddenly. The only downside was that it didn’t finish us off.”
Before the virus, Sudbury was always moving; cars, people, busses, trains. All those people making the organic part of the city. They built churches, mosques and temples. There were hospitals, libraries, police stations, courts and jails. But what is saw now was on whole different terms. ‘The Institution’ or whatever they call it, is surrounded by a wall and backs onto a steep mountain range, was this wall built to keep us in or others out? Something about the place just feels ‘off’ to me, I can’t even make sense of my memories and nightmares, it just feels like it just never happened, but part of me says it is your memory, you should trust