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It’s been months since I heard another human voice, and sometimes I catch myself talking to the mannequins in the shop windows just to keep my vocal cords from rustling like dry leaves. The silence isn't like the quiet of a Sunday morning—it’s heavy. It’s the sound of the world exhaling and never breathing back in.

Should I focus the next post on a you're facing, or perhaps a discovery you made while scavenging the ruins? The Last Man on Planet Earth

I spent the afternoon sitting on the roof of a skyscraper, watching a pack of wolves hunt through the overgrown grass of what used to be 5th Avenue. The planet is doing just fine without us. Better, actually. The air is so clear it hurts, and the stars at night are so bright they feel like an accusation. It’s been months since I heard another human