We always thought that our annihilation as mankind would be different, something epic and straight out of an action movie… but it wasn’t. there was no zombie apocalypse, no nuclear war… just our own demons taking over us… nobody knows why all of this happened and at this point, nobody really cares either. People only care about survival and holding on to their humanity along the way. But it’s hard to live like an animal and not to feel like one. So, they are holding on to the only thing that made them different in the first place; imagination, creating something and mixing knowledge with art… literature.
