You, Me, all of Us
What we talk about when we talk about The Walking Dead. Are we talking about life without coffee? Tea-colored skies, choked with smoke and ash and residue. Or are we talking about sleepless nights, sleepless days, hell no sleep at all? Because there are no days, only nights, and we’re tired to death. Tired of government big, small, not at all. Tired of media, talk radio, Obamacare, who cares? What we talk about When we talk about zombies, or the “other,” the enemy, the devil, the felon, the ex-con, homeless, tramp, hobo, homo, Roma, trans, the teacher, the cop, the man at the top, the Mexican, migrant immigrant, ignorant, illegal, alien, Martian, cosmonaut. When we talk about The Walking Dead we’re usually talking about Them. You. Me. Us.