Stockpiling

Ashwin Goyal

Jan 12, 2024 — 1 min read

Sitting at my computer, I filled my cart with diapers, my mind swirling with thoughts of a world on the brink of collapse. I was determined not to be caught off-guard. The notion of facing a crisis without enough diapers was unacceptable.

As my cart grew, I wondered if these diapers might be more than just baby necessities. In a society grasping for stability, I pictured diapers as a new form of currency, a vital commodity in the barter system of a world gone mad.

When the truckload of diapers arrived, I frantically unpacked them, proud of my foresight. The huge stockpile was a symbol of my preparedness, until my wife asked me if I got the right size. The horror of not knowing that there was a right size was quite evident in my inconsolable howling.

Protecting

"Look at you, treacherous stairs," I muttered, glaring at them with a sense of defiance. The stairs were a looming threat in my home, a danger that I felt compelled to guard against constantly. "You're not so sharp now, are you?" I'd

Panicking

In a small, dimly lit room, a man cradled a newborn, his newborn, feeling the weight of the world in his arms. The baby was helpless, completely dependent on him for everything. Overwhelmed by his new role as a father, the man was seized by a surge of panic. The