Last night, there was another chaotic outbreak, potentially of the zombie-variety. I have no idea what this means. Obviously. But I feel like every time the world ends, in film or imagination, there's always some kind of disintegration of social order. Whether there's zombies, an outbreak of a contagious fatal disease, or a really corrupt government -- it's always taken to the extreme. It's never anything dull or mundane.
I wonder if this is a reflection of our(?) refusal to accept the starkness of abrupt endings. Things don't usually end in large-scale, swooping conclusions.They just cease.
