This season has brought a new rash of dystopian-fiction even on television, so I know I’m not the only one thinking about the apocalypse. From 16 years after everything went dark (Revolution), to aliens taking over the world (Falling Skies), it looks like a pretty bleak outlet for humans.
Personally, I find the apocalypse interesting because it strips humanity down to it’s basis; take away the technology we use to try and pretend we’re stronger or better than we are, and all you have left is Man, for better or worse.
I’d like to believe that there’s really hope in the essence of Man, that we have the ability to rise above our baser instincts and create – or become – something so much better, so much more than any amount of technology or outside influences could ever make us. And yet, at the same point, Man is also capable of such evil and ugliness, sometimes it’s hard to hold onto this more positive outlook.
In my writing, Man has hope – creates it – with the essential skill of being able to imagine something better.
In real life, how terrible to think of a world where I’m not sure I would be able to protect and care for my family. Of potentially being separated from loved ones and never knowing what became of them. And these fears – or imaginings – are what apocalypse is all about. Because at the back of that fear is still hope: maybe things could turn out okay, maybe survival out of all that ugliness is possible. And if you can survive even the absolute world fate and the universe can throw at you, than the life we live now must be a piece of cake, right?
What do you think?
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