He peeked in from above at his test subjects.
He saw them sitting there, staring at the box, all of them silent.
Every once in a while one would laugh.
Then the other after a few minutes.
Remarkable. What are they looking at? What is it?
How can they look at the one thing for so long without movement?
Why aren't their mouths moving? Why aren't they mingling with each other?
Do they know that they are there with each other?
Are they ignoring each other?
She had been looking forward to this for weeks.
She had been looking forward to this for weeks?
Leave the room, she thought. Be alone. Get something done. Life is short.
They were each already alone anyways.
No, stare with them, she thought. At least she would be alone with them. Life is short.
They were each already alone anyways.
How long can they sit like that just staring, doing nothing?
This isn't natural. Are they alive? Is something wrong?
What if we shook their house up a bit. Would they move then?
He saw them sitting there, staring at the box, all of them silent.
Every once in a while one would laugh.
Then the other after a few minutes.
Remarkable. What are they looking at? What is it?
How can they look at the one thing for so long without movement?
Why aren't their mouths moving? Why aren't they mingling with each other?
Do they know that they are there with each other?
Are they ignoring each other?
She had been looking forward to this for weeks.
She had been looking forward to this for weeks?
Leave the room, she thought. Be alone. Get something done. Life is short.
They were each already alone anyways.
No, stare with them, she thought. At least she would be alone with them. Life is short.
They were each already alone anyways.
How long can they sit like that just staring, doing nothing?
This isn't natural. Are they alive? Is something wrong?
What if we shook their house up a bit. Would they move then?
1 comment:
sometimes we are afraid of our own lives... we think we cannot make them the way we want, and fulfill our dream through the box... no failure then... no trying either... it's sometimes difficult to realize that the joy is in the trying... but then again, it's cold outside and warm in here...
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