Apocalypse Tao

“It happened again. You went to a party, and, even though everyone there looked super normal, it turned out that they’d all been preparing for the apocalypse. In urgent tones, they warned you that it’s coming soon, and you should be ready. You arrive home half-drunk and tell your husband that you’re finally going to take it all seriously. It’s time you prep for the end, which may be nigh. He wanders off muttering something about you being cool in the twenty-tens—but he’ll thank you later.” The New Yorker: Preparing for the Impending Apocalypse. “You pick up a gallon of water at the grocery store but immediately set it down because it’s too heavy. Later that week, you attend a martial-arts class, and fifteen minutes in you’re getting choked by a child. Gasping for breath, you wonder if perhaps you shouldn’t rely on your own brute strength. Maybe it’s time to invest in a weapon?” (I should probably warn you now that when the apocalypse arrives, resources grow scarce, and every waking minute must be dedicated to the simple act of personal survival, I plan on reducing the NextDraft publishing schedule to four days a week.)