Psychology Today | 06.10.2026 04:20
“When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night, he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world,” begins Cormac McCarthy’s post-apocalyptic nightmarish novel, The Road. Father and son were “looking for anything of color.” “The shape of a city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing stretched across the waste.”
