The Road

I woke up exhausted today, and it’s not because of yesterday 5-mile run or the pains from my fractured rib (stupid late-night sledging in Austria last week).

I woke up exhausted because I spent the entire night reading Cormac McCarthy’s masterpiece, “The Road“. I simply couldn’t put the book away. Then it became part of my dreams, or rather, I became part of the road.

The Road

I was 9 when I first watched The Terminator, and 14 when The Terminator II was released. There is one scene that keeps haunting me until today: Sarah Conor’s Nuclear Nightmare.



“The Road” has instantly become a pillar in the apocalyptical realms of my imagination and fears.

Read it and cherish the bloom of flowers and the sound of your loved ones laughter.

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