- Write about what you've done. Every day. Write your thoughts, your transgressions, your hopes, your angers. As you fill books, put them in some permanent enclosure of sorts, sheltered from the elements.
- Gather up Atlases, Medical Books, Dictionaries, Encyclopedias, Put them all in the same place. Who knows what evolution has in store? Perhaps in a couple hundred million years, some badger learns to make fire and read. It's your legacy and you can't accept the fact that this is the end of intelligent life. Write for them. Explain what transpired. If only to keep your mind busy and your heart steady.
I like how the part where Ryter gets taken away and he was like "You are the last book in the universe!" So dramatic! But why of course, that made sense. The last book in the universe is absolutely a person who has a story to tell when others don't have anymore.I don't remember where that book is. I probably gave it away to spread the love. Or I was just being generous. Or stupid.
Anyway, if I were the last person on earth, I probably would spend the first few days of my lone existence in great great great denial and in hopes that I find someone who has survived whatever it is that wiped out people. I'd really look out for survivors. Then when the thought finally sinks in that I'm all by myself, that's when I'll come up with a plan. It's hard to figure out what exactly I can do in such situation because who knows, some resources I thought I'd need have already been destroyed. I don't know. It would suck if I were the only one left in this world. It would not be worth living in it anymore, I figure. I hold on to the fact that there will be ALWAYS, and I stress on that word so much, ALWAYS be someone better than me -- in strength, intelligence or anything else that is ranked and I can't just accept the thought that I'd be the last one standing. It just does not compute...
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