Sunday November 13th, 2016

The exercise:

Write about: the road map.

Spent the day hanging out with Kat, Max, and Miles. It was pretty grey and wintry outdoors, so we didn't venture very far. For the most part it was good, but we did make a run into town mid-afternoon just to get out of the house.

Not much currently on the schedule for tomorrow. We shall see what comes along to pass the time.

Mine:

Its edges are worn and frayed, the lines zigzagging across its surface are faded to the brink of illegibility - and beyond in many places. There are stains - coffee and sweat and dirt of course, but blood as well. This map... this map has seen things.

We protect it, keep it safe. Treat it like food or water, for it is just as precious. We would be lost without it. And not only in regards to direction.

Hope would vanish like dust in the wind.

What little remains to us now, at any rate.

The landscape is changed, certainly. Broken and shattered at nearly every turn. Bridges collapsed, roads washed away, tunnels made impassable with rocks or debris. But the map is still useful. It gives us a framework, a foundation. A destination.

We all agree that it is, in the end, better than having nothing.

For we have plenty enough of that already...