Jason, Jason, Jason! What dark place did this come from? This is not a story for the faint of heart, or the easily queasy reader. A dark and (on the surface) hopeless tale of the post-apocalyptic world where Gurley steps into the muck and mire instead of walking the perimeter as I have seen him do before. It seems to me that the story imbues the very essence of Nietzsche’s observation:
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.