Things as They Are...
A Thought Process of a Man with Too Much Time on His Hands
Speculative Thought - 7.14.18
I sit in my room, typing away at the screen that stares back at me in silence, oblivious of all the things that I should be worried about.
Time passes by with no regard for anyone who questions its existence like a line that shoots straight.
My eyes are focused on the blank document I am filling with words that formulate some sense of sentience, though my ears are focused on the ramblings of madmen—or rather, those who see things in a different light.
Boredom overflows from me, like a wall creaking from the pressure of water on the other side.
On and on I type, my sentences holding little meaning.
There’s a faint beeping, coming close to me before fading away.
Is that Father Time exploiting my senseless rambling with an indecipherable buzzing? Or is it just my mind trying to tell me something that cannot be dialectically comprehended?
Is it a glitch in the Matrix Simulation that is called ‘Life’ itself? Is it a prelude to a complete breakdown of reality itself?
Perhaps it is a calling from somewhere not here—Maybe a radio transmission from a place that science cannot explain with rationality? A beacon from the opposite edge of reality…
An Elder Sentience calling out through the Universe because He is bored out of His mind,
A ripple in the cosmos that made its way to me without reaching me in full,
Or a calling to something greater?
Is it just me realizing that life can never be more than it logically and physically possible to be?
Is it all of these things that I have pondered and more, or is it none of them at all?
My hands still type away at the screen, my eyes focus on the screen, and my ears focused on silence...
About the Creator
Erney Fertile
Poetic, Speculative, and aspiring to influence at least one person here.
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