>finds years worth of supplies in an underground bunker after the apocalypse
>“We can’t stay here, we have to get to the coast”
What the frick is this shit
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>finds years worth of supplies in an underground bunker after the apocalypse
>finds years worth of supplies in an underground bunker after the apocalypse
>“We can’t stay here, we have to get to the coast”
What the frick is this shit
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ok cinemasins
Society aint gonna rebuild itself he said. He spat.
He spat and they bivouacked
I don't remember if it's explained very explicitly but I think the dad was certain that they were certain to be discovered there in a matter of time and that the longer they stayed the more likely it was to happen. So they stayed for only a short period of time then packed some of the stuff up and got back on the road. I'm not saying it was necessarily the best course of action but the logic behind the decision is clear and pretty around imo.
The instability of life means that the situation of apparent comfort can't be trusted. The trauma of the father is enacted upon the son, lo unto the seventh generation.
But Dad doesn't frick the blind man. Dad knows what's really important in life: discarding beautiful sextants.
The father knows, but he doesn't want to admit it to the son, and resists admitting it to himself: he must imagine Sisyphus happy. In the absence of domesticity (no waifu, no laifu) the father can't see the living plants around him, or god's water, and yearns for a poison salt water as if it could ever constitute God.
The son seeks the dog, and the other little boy, who the character of the father can't see, but Cormac can. Why then does the father as the self-insert not see the boy or the dog—because the father's being isn't his protection of the son, it is his journey to the salt-ocean of death, over the mountains of mystery, away from the desert of the real. Spatiality and water are really important for Cormac.
>after only a few days
It doesn't matter how many days they stayed, each day would be a series of days.
knows exactly what I'm saying.
I hope to be as eloquent as you soon
Youre really a dumb Black person, a book this simple and you're still a moron, what said, surviving the winter, you wouldn't survive a society collapse pleb
Yeah good point, if you want to survive the apocalypse you should abandon a bunker filled with resources to continue aimlessly wandering through empty towns
If they managed to find the bunker, someone else would eventually happen upon the same motherfricker, they got what they needed out of it but its a luxury, they would've been molested in the night soon enough
>world ended like 10 years ago
>took a decade for anyone to come across the bunker
>”bro if they found it someone else would surely be right behind them”
You realise that's the attitude you would have to adapt in order to not be fricking gutted by slavers right?
I hate to be the one to break it to you kid but we are all heavily versed in esoteric wisdom and lore
There's only one thing on that planet that's more important than food or even water...
Booty... Man butt.
>stay until the supplies run out
>now impossible to get to the coast
>father admits he doesn’t even know why they’re going to the coast
>He doesn't know that the book is allegorical to Cormac McCarthy being an elderly Father, and that their journey represents his attempts to pass on knowledge to his Son before he expires.
Ngmi you midwit.
Yeah no shit moron. Still dumb they left the bunker after only a few days
it's called the road, not the bunker. dumb homie
I thought he wanted the kid to be as paranoid as he is, giving the boy a safe place to live for a few weeks would likely wane that anxiety, and he'd have to relearn suffering all over again. Also it's not impossible there are more scavengers just like them that would come across the same house, they met the old man and the couple with the bow and arrow on the same path as themselves.
>finds years worth of supplies in an underground bunker after the apocalypse inadequately camouflaged and in the neighborhood of cannibals
>that cold autistic dark
If there's anything I've learned from postapocalyptic fiction it's that hunkering down is the worst thing you could do.
You have to be constantly on the move homie, or the zombies and marauders will get to you.
Of course urbanites wouldn't get it since they've spent their entire lives being sedentarycucks.
That's dumb. Postapoc tropes are dumb. Things would be a bit more lawless, more warlordy, true, but no one is surviving without forming communities and making sure people generally get along. It's what would actually happen for the most part. And assuming somehow all production, tech, institutions, economy all went away totally at once then an agrarian collective culture would form. Though total collapse would basically be impossible because it's akin to wiping the memories of billions and all the things we understand the world in terms of and are motivated by somehow dropped for no reason.
This. Once shit hits the fan people will group into tribes and clans again. Most post apocalyptic fiction implicitly acknowledges this by the fact that slavers have to have people to sell slaves to and war bands have to have people to raid. An every man for himself type scenario is only going to happen in the most dire of situations. Realistically that’s only going to be in large cities and if utter collapse happens like the Yellowstone super volcano erupting. And as far as this shit thread goes it’s been years since I’ve read the book but I’m pretty sure they were expecting some kind of salvation in the form of international relief or a community at the coast. That’s why they left