The thought of putting the events, as well as musings, to paper has lingered in my mind for quite a while. A very long while to be exact. I first got the idea when this mess started, and after the mess is done I am ready to get over everything and just start writing. This is, by no means a way to ask for help, as I know, no help is available. This is a means for me to let everything out, all that has been in me, and all that has been waiting inside me. I address this to you, non-existent reader, as I have left all hope of finding anyone.
I must first help you picture my current position before I can explain the events that have led me here. I am sitting in a candle-lit room, with the glare of the computer overpowering the tiny golden brightness thrown onto my face by the almost-done candle. You are probably wondering why I have a computer powered, and not the lights. The lights require a lot of power to be ran, and this particular computer is a laptop with long battery life; I am able to save a lot of energy by switching from the generator to the computer’s battery power.
The room is not too big, or too small. A worn out wooden table sits in the center surrounded by bookshelves on all sides. Reading has become my favorite pastime, as the television has become very uninteresting (you can watch only so many movies). Besides, reading doesn’t ‘eat’ a lot of electricity, a commodity I have learned to value. I keep looking at the weathered books to find one to poke my interest, although I have read them all, twice.
The living space I have found for myself is an average-sized house with everything a very average house has. I will not bother you with the details, suffice to know it has everything to accommodate a life that seems uninterrupted by tragic events – neglecting the fact that electricity is a scarce luxury.
I have become a slave to the dark thoughts of the end. The World’s end, as well as mine. I have the means, and the will, the only thing missing is the reason. I find the realisation that I am alone a good enough reason to end my life. But, the fact to the matter is that I would be very selfish for even thinking that. I realise now: I have a commitment to the human race. I cannot let the world disappear into nothingness.
I am a part of the most advanced race of animals on this planet. And what truly sad animals we are. We can make the most beautiful compositions and paintings, build gigantic structures; all of that cannot hide the dark workings of our inner soul. We have worked endlessly to achieve the things that surround me today. Pointless.
Nothing remains of the human touch that once decorated the now deserted halls of men – the streets, the buildings. Laughter of the children has faded from the lonely schools. Some kind of dark device has entered every atom in existence and rendered it silent. I am afraid to make any noise; even the slightest whisper of the wind sends chills through my bones.
It is getting late and the generator is running slow. I think it’s time for me to retire.
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