It’s too crowded for my taste. If only Evelyn was here, time flies when I’m with her. Unlike this place where time stand, or appears to be standing still.
Why bother, I ask. Didn’t Buddha said, “In the end we, and all our creations perish”. Why we need to remember. Is it because we the humans have a tendency to keep records? I mean record keeping is the signature activity of our species.
But all these people; don’t they realise that like the records they create, they soon themselves become records, actually some of them already are in them. It’s true what they say, numbers don’t lie. Who knew that the basis of the individualism of the modern capitalistic society; is in reality collectively based on numbers?
The world after all, was, is and will always remain, a prison.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.