blessed are the wombs that are barren
blessed are branches that bear no fruit
blessed are the rivers run dry
because we have come to the end of the world
“It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond fell away on every side.” - Cormac McCarthy, the Road.
“They set out shuffling along the blacktop. Each the other’s world entire.” - Cormac McCarthy, The Road.