And one who walked with both his hands hacked off,This is a wild time, but it doesn't matter what happens to me anymore, because my son is safe from it all. He looks so peaceful, almost as if he is asleep.
while lifting up his stumps through the dark air,
so that his face was hideous with blood,--Dante Inferno
I wonder if the world will end now, or if in the morning, someone will come to take him, and me away. If there's a morning again, I wonder who that will be. It could be that man who said hello to me this morning, the one with the friendly smile. It could be that mad scientist, if he distracts himself enough to look around him. Or maybe that religion nut. If the world doesn't end, like he's predicting, I bet he'll have time for community service.
It's a wild, chaotic time, whatever happens. Not a good world to bring my little son into.