The Unthinkable
Just another boring day. It seems like the past week has been the inevitable wake up, go to work, come home, turn on the television while I eat my frozen dinner, and get on the computer. After I watch a few TikTok videos, I go to bed. There’s gotta be more to life than this. But to get through the next shower, the next traffic light, the next boring meeting and the next time I have to select one out of 300 frozen meals, someday I may come to appreciate my life. At least that’s what I used to say. Right now, I’m tucked away from society in a private little room under my stairway through a door in the panel that is a little obscure unless you look for it closely. Although I’m not sure of the time, it feels like it’s been a few days, at least. The reason I don’t know is because I haven’t been able to charge my watch. Who thought I would ever long for a watch that I needed to wind? “Those were the good old days,” they used to say. Of course, the younger generation would laugh ...