Posthuman Blues

Everyone turns to ash and there's a high wind coming

"He noticed, after awhile, that the wind was blowing bits of his skin off. It was as if his skin was turning to ash--like the ash of a cigarette, that follows the shape of a cigarette; this ash, as it spread, followed the shape of his body. And as he turned very slowly into ash, the wind began blowing bits of it away. But the wind didn't blow that inner body away. He could see it, where the ash was blown away, very attenuated and filmy and faint and transparent, or nearly so--but it was there."