Love In The Time Of Global Warming - Plot & Excerpts
It doesn’t really matter that I lurch and swerve along; there’s no traffic. Maybe I’m going in circles; I don’t know. The air outside the van is dark with soot and smoke, from the scattered fires, and beneath the burn is the sick-sweet smell of rot. There are no people to be seen. Live ones, anyway. I avoid the sight of the dead like I used to avoid the bad news on television. Back Then I read the Encyclopaedia Britannica or art history books, novels, or poetry but I have no books now when I really need them. What I know is this: I have been sent on a journey. I was too afraid before, too afraid for over two months to venture out in the ruined spaces, even if it meant finding my family. But now I am on my way. Merk said he knew my parents, that I might be able to find them. I’ve looked through the van for some kind of map but I can’t find even that. Maybe Merk was crazy, but somehow I believe him, or at least I want to. He gave me the van, after all. And what if my family is somewhere out there?
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