There is something very, very nostalgic about walking through an empty city as dusk. Then you find the power box for the streetlights and flip it on and it feels like it is not the end of the world.
It just feels like a regular night. You wanted to go on a walk and now you are. You are bathed in the orange glow of the streetlight as you think of the facets of normal life.
The track meet that is coming up, your favorite hockey team losing the championship, which college you were going to get into, proposing to her, deciding how you are going to pay bills, what you are going to do when your dog passes, it all just seems so meaningless now.
Because now, you have to figure when you are going to eat, where you are going to sleep, what you are going to do when you meet another walker, what you are going to do when you meet another human and now, the things that took so much precedence in your schedule, that you stressed over for hours back then seems like a dream compared to what you have to worry over now.
It is getting late and cold. I might as well pop in one of these houses and sleep in a bed for once. Nothing like existential dread to tire you out.
-G.G.
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To Humanity
Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
