What a terrible thing Earth’s last bit of beauty would be. This strip was inspired in part by Cormac McCarthy’s ‘The Road’, particularly the passages that talk about the Man’s dreams of a world long gone.
“He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of langour and death.”
But his convictions couldn’t save him from dreams of the fragile beauty that existed by the grace of chance alone, before the world entered its glaucomic dusk.
Caption: An hour past the last dessicated pilgrim, she found what they’d been seeking.
The wanderer sits on the ground, gazing ahead intently as night closes in. A gas can is sitting on the ground beside her and she is holding a lighter.
Caption: It was as lovely as the stories said, one final bastion of beauty in a broken world.
The bush burns in the night with an ephemeral beauty. Flames lick up around the solitary flower.
Caption: So she put its siren soul to rest.