We live in a strange dual-existence. On the one side, time passes predictably and ever-onward. Each day, indeed, takes a day to pass. On the other, though, our lives have slowed to a crawl.
265 days. I have been in confinement for 265 days. It doesn't seem so long when you think about it but it somehow feels like a lifetime, and the longer this continues, the more hazy the world before becomes. As we approach the end of Chapter 1 of this never ending story, I am in … Continue reading Final Thoughts [Onyx]
There is a cult within humanity, tearing at our heart and mind. Telling us that theirs is the way to live, even as they destroy the world around them. Theirs is false promise and gloss, a thin veneer over gross decay.
Drifting throughts, carried on a light breeze. The taste of caf, the scent of rain. It is a summer morning in Citadel, and the year is 2020. We are broken, here in the future, but we are not down.
Vague and ephemeral, a promising point in the sea of data, she swam forward and faded, time and again. A digital presence promising more, sensing my loneliness and my need.
Time becomes meaningless, in this place without change. Hope moves out of reach and light fades from the world. Only flame illuminate the devastation of our future. Behind it all we hear the quiet, mocking, laughter of those that won. Those that took our power and our freedoms.
There is something to be said about starting a digital journal to toy with the idea of a futurist world, and then that idea becoming your reality. The world has changed. Who knew that it would be now, that it would be us who have to stand and witness the rapid decline of our world, … Continue reading Nightmares [Onyx]
A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
From within the dystopian world we live, I find myself dreaming of a better future.
Onyx reporting for duty. I guess I should start by giving some sort of apology for my absence, but I think we have established by now that I am not one for keeping up with routines. You can say I am unpredictable, I call it being lazy. It seems the country and half the world … Continue reading DAY 12 [Onyx] [LOCKDOWN]