“We are not self-sufficient. There is no such thing. We rely on the stores we have left in the bard. We rely on the chickens, but the flock is shrinking. We rely on the wheat, but one bad year and we will have none left to sow as seed. We rely on the tide pool and the generator, which, should it break, we cannot fix. We rely on the high house, on its fabric, on its shelter and protection, but these things will not last forever. We rely on one another. I try not to be afraid, but I am.”
Book:The High House