Isolated Beard

Now that Fall has arrive, the days are getting longer, sadder, and the nights will become more cold. Currently, I have decided to grow my beard once again. Last year I grew my beard for several months... it was an experience, no, it was a pleasurable experience --  like an adult, manly comfort blanket. This Summer, this year hasn't been the most pseudo prevalent, I sometimes look through the window, and wonder of life. I walk my dog, and process many delightful categories life has to show -- all wonder, and beautiful. Regardless, of anything, I am ready for Fall. The crispy clean air, the icy cold gust -- something of a delight -- the closing seasonal ceremony to the year it is. With that said, my beard will be good, It will be groomed, and trimmed on a daily basis for the great beard challenge will soon start. And speaking of soon to start, The Walking Dead will also start soon.

Last year, around the same time  of my beard challenge,  The Walking Dead  premiered, as in isolation with plot of the series, and the pseudo isolation you feel when your growing a beard, they both collided in probably the best begging of Fall to annotate. Maybe this year, it will be the same.

Lifeless playground

I sat under the tree's shadow at a park, reading my new novel (World War Z). As I read some pages of instant gradfication from the words, I started to think of this park becoming isolated and abonded from a potential biological or nuclear attack. For a second there, I felt like Sarah Conor -- the scene from Terminator 2 -- looking at kids play when suddenly an nuke explodes. But my daydream was a little different. I sat there, visualizing park dark, and eerie, and only walking dead prowled the grass and dirt. The kids laughing and screaming were replaced by growls, and moans. It only took me a second to appreciate this small area of the city, where children/people come to spend thy're recreational time.

I continued to read more of my novel. I continued to wonder not only the park becoming isolated, but the walking dead's isolated -- whats left of it -- they're brain/memory. Could it be possible for the walking dead to remember this pace of importance? I saw a father playing with they're children, frolicking on the grass and on the playground. I visualized them as walking dead also frolicking on playground lifeless, and maybe joyless. But the more that I thought of it, I started to think, being alive in a park is no different than being in the park dead. It may, or may not be, that the walking dead come to places that was important for them when they were alive.

I continue to read...