The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.
In Cormac McCarthy's "The Road," the narrative depicts a world that is gradually collapsing around fundamental aspects of existence. The essence of items, such as colors, names of creatures, and even basic sustenance, fades into nothingness. This decline suggests that the understanding and significance of reality itself are precariously fragile, leading to an overwhelming sense of loss as linguistic representations of these things diminish.
The passage reflects on how the sacred...
