I’d say in the past couple of years I began envisioning what normal mundane surroundings like Indianapolis, Dunkirk, etc. would be like in some post-oil world. What things will be like after the hysteria dies down and people stop acting violently and irrationally to those other people who are hoarding what remains of our current life. I find myself thinking about things after everything goes ‘dark’. That’ll be an adventure for those of us that make it through it. It will truly feel like an adventure, I feel like. Plus, it will be a chance (for at least Allison and me) to claim some true solitude without having to move away. It will be a two edged sword, though, for sure. It might be more difficult to find a yoga guide or to acquire academic insight. Maybe not. Maybe those are the types of people that will survive. The sages, the academics, the thinkers. Maybe the scenario stuck in my mind will end up being some cleansing of humanity. Humanity cleansed from evil deeds, able to continue its evolution.
I did recently tell Allison, jokingly, that if it all hit the fan, we would raid every drug store for dental floss and antiseptic. Forget the food. We can grow vegis and soy beans in our yard and on our roof. But antiseptic and floss; it seems like it would be hard to reproduce on our own. Dental floss will keep us healthy into our old age when the toothbrushes wear out and the toothpaste disappears. and the the antiseptic will help from having to cut off limbs after rampant infection (no, i can’t believe this is the stuff I think about sometimes either). I can see all clearly now. Allison and Jon, eating soy and tomatoes grown on the roof of our house and hoarding dental floss and antiseptic in the closet. Sounds like bliss!
This is probably all some typical post 9/11 mild psychosis bullshit, but oh well. Probably more like the fact that I am inundated with less than cheery reports about this mudball we are all destroying each and every day.
