impressions:the road

"no sound but the wind.what will you say? a living man spoke these lines? he sharpened his quill with a small pen knife to scribe these things in sole or lampblack? at some reckonable and entabled moment? he is coming to steal my eyes. to steal my mouth with dirt." -cormack mcarthy.

somewhere in the united states, in a post apocalyptic land, is an unnamed man, and his unnamed son, walking along the indefinite road, into unguarantied, undefined survival.
practically nothing in this book goes by specifics, no one has a name, the disaster that caused this apocalypse  unidentified, lending its self to the idea, non of this is personal.
this is a pure representation of humanity, at its weakest and strongest as if the two are interchangeable, as if at the face of the cold and desertion and lack of civilization, as if in fear and loneliness and malnutrition, it is given, that the mere fatherly-son relationship, could survive, tuberculoses, and the extinction of humanity.
it also reveals men at their core, describing them from a kids pont of view as simple, and somewhat incorrect, as "the good guys" and "the bad guys".
ones who's deepened weakness crippled humanity within them, turned them into immoral barbaric, while the others were set on a deep heap of bravery.
they carry the fire.
this book was dark, to say the least, but mesmerizing in its darkness and poeticness, and full understanding of human nature that it would go one, in 300 pages of noting but humanity unhindered by luxuries and society.
a pulitzer prize winning masterpiece.
"query: how dose the never to be differ from the never was?"