Truly a dream for the boy who has never experienced such abundance of basic necessities, their find is the salvation of what appears the only remaining semblance of human decency remaining. Filled with basic supplies and a stash of cans, only delving deeper into the abyss man has found himself. “Paper towels, toilet paper, paper plates. Plastic trash bags stuffed with blankets. He held his forehead in his hand. Oh my God, he said” (138). The nature of the reality with which the man and boy find themselves is no clearer on display than here. In the midst of what could be the greatest windfall the two could conceive of, the shocking show of good fortune is paper plates. As dejected as the circumstances feel, the hope is real, the boy is real. His ideals are of a lost world, yet their value to the new one is worth so much more. He is the single light of humanity in a godless world of darkness. Yet it is the father who knowingly bares the burden of maintaining the boy. Just as prometheus, the man carries the fire for mankind to one day release it to the cold and starving. Knowing his punishment for his actions yet retaining the necessity they held. The boy never ceases in his ideals as a “Good Guy”. “Are you alright? Yes. What is it? Do you think we should thank the people? The people? The people who gave us all this” (145).No person is lost in the eyes of the boy, even
Truly a dream for the boy who has never experienced such abundance of basic necessities, their find is the salvation of what appears the only remaining semblance of human decency remaining. Filled with basic supplies and a stash of cans, only delving deeper into the abyss man has found himself. “Paper towels, toilet paper, paper plates. Plastic trash bags stuffed with blankets. He held his forehead in his hand. Oh my God, he said” (138). The nature of the reality with which the man and boy find themselves is no clearer on display than here. In the midst of what could be the greatest windfall the two could conceive of, the shocking show of good fortune is paper plates. As dejected as the circumstances feel, the hope is real, the boy is real. His ideals are of a lost world, yet their value to the new one is worth so much more. He is the single light of humanity in a godless world of darkness. Yet it is the father who knowingly bares the burden of maintaining the boy. Just as prometheus, the man carries the fire for mankind to one day release it to the cold and starving. Knowing his punishment for his actions yet retaining the necessity they held. The boy never ceases in his ideals as a “Good Guy”. “Are you alright? Yes. What is it? Do you think we should thank the people? The people? The people who gave us all this” (145).No person is lost in the eyes of the boy, even