I recently saw The Road, the film adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s 2006 novel, in which a man and his son navigate through a “post-apocalyptic” America, scavenging for food, shelter, and warm, and avoiding men who have turned to violence and cannibalism. The world is bleak. The sky is black with ash, not allowing any sunlight to permeate and deliver life to plants and animals. In a sense, the world is dying, turned in on itself as trees fall and grass withers away. The man and his son, both unnamed throughout the story, hang on to the hope that if they travel south, they might encounter others like-minded who are the “Good Guys” and “carry the fire inside” them.
At the beginning, the man and his son carry a shopping cart to contain their few belongings. At other times in the film, you see that the boy has small keepsakes, carry-alongs, relics that remind him of something nice or encourage him to something ahead. The cart is their portmanteaus, the very name of this journal I keep here on the internet for folks to casually read.
This film asked many questions of its viewer. One, perhaps, is Where would you go? My short answer her is Shackleford Banks. Question two is What would you take with you in a post-cataclycism world to either remind you of the past or hold hope for the coming future.
My portmanteaus journal will have a series of posts lists those few things I would take with me, and perhaps even a few reasons why.
What would be in your portmanteaus?