and when things got worse, we didn't mind.

and when things got worse, we didn't mind.

we turned off the news and looked at the sky and read the old books in the basement again with the brittle brown pages and learned the cycles of the world.

and when things got worse, we told those we trusted.

we bore the blows of their sticks upon our backs and shared glances in the street and continued to plan and learned the meaning of honor among thieves.

and when things got worse, we slipped away.

we traveled further from it all and consulted maps and contraband and determined where was safe enough to sleep and learned how to find our way in strange places.

and when things got worse, we stayed quiet.

we listened for faint far-away sounds of what was happening in the world and fixed what was broken and built new things and learned how to be patient.

and when things got worse, we explored the new land.

we found more abandoned places as more places were abandoned and made new maps and discovered dead titans and and learned to reclaim the ruins of what was once ours.

and when things got worse, we didn't mind.

we had learned how to stay alive.

- Found written in the margins of an abandoned copy of "Hubris and The Fall: Tips for Surviving the End of the World"