a view with a view
October 06, 2015 - 75 words
The last eight-hundred-odd days began with brain-shattering repetition: the view from my tattered chair being a black blanket of empty horror. It’s not like the movies. Nothing’s like the movies. We're riding a sine wave of dreams and awakenings. There’s no light to show you what’s out there. No stars. Just an empty, infinite abyss, stripping you down to your id exposing the primeval algorithm your species has been running for five hundred thousand years.