Andrew Zaat

The 8th floor balcony, the beach, and a father's love

The man tapped a red square to begin recording. Before, he would have never made a recording like this. He found it odd that so many people were making these types of videos. He was more old school then that, but that was before it happened. He recorded himself every night in his living room. He didn’t really know why. The best he could figure at least he was doing something if aliens ever came down, they could see what the last humans on earth were doing, at least in this part of the world. Otherwise, just another useless app on an even more useless mobile phone. He positioned the phone and tripod in front of the fireplace. A small fire burned in the background. He always thought that these winter recordings would sound more inviting with the sound of crackling wood as a backdrop of an otherwise eerily quiet environment.