John Koenig

You can't help but take this life for granted. (...) And while your brain goes numb trying to shake off your complacency, your heart can't sit still, and your gut is hungry for chaos. Itching to get stuck by lightning, plunge over a waterfall, or survive a plane crash. Hoping the trauma will somehow change you, leaving you hardened, stripped down, with clear eyes and a clear mission, forced to choose the one thing worth saving while everything else burns to ash, or send one final message to the people you love de most. Longing to watch sociey break down one pillar after the next, so you can find out what's truly important, and let everything else fall away.
The apocalypse is one of the oldest fantasies we have. But it's not about skipping to the end of the story. It's a longing for revelation, a revealing of what we already know but cannot see - that none of this is guaranteed, and there's no such a thing as "ordinary life". That our civilization is just an agreement, one that coulb be revoked at any time. That beneath our rules and quarrels, we're stuck together on a wide-open planet where anything can happen, which leaves us no choice but to survive, to build a shelter, and find each other in the storm. Knowing that every passing day is very nearly miraculous, a cascading series of accidents that just happens to fall our way.