Future of Isolation

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window, seen by only the trees that surround it. Even the smallest of fires, burn the brightest in the forests.

Although it never went away, did it.

The glimmer of hope that there was more than what is between you and your screen, between the screen and beyond.

We're all trapped. Every single one of us, and that light, out there, that light is free. Can you imagine if we ever get to escape? The wires, the screens, everything that keeps us from being that glimmer of light.

It's our own fault, we wrote our own future. Clawing at the screen, trying to put out a cry for help using words that don't have meaning unless the one they are going to puts meaning behind them?

Why would humanity want this? Where is the glimmer of light, the last lit candle in your soul.

It isn't right. We're supposed to be free beings, live in this world, feel the wind on our faces, the grass beneath our feet.

The last candle, that house beyond the walls that we have never seen. Is it a sign? Have we gone too far? Starting to grow envious of the candle, and the being who gave it life. Wondering if they see us, and are glad they aren't in our shoes or maybe, they're stuck in the forest of isolation and see us. They see what looks like a good community full of flourishment and all of these new creations that man has made.

Are they jealous..

Why would they be jealous of this?

We're fucking stuck in this goddamn fishbowl with nothing but a flat screen to see the birds and the trees.

We cannot simply be happy with this way of life, can we..

Days go by and the candle never goes out, just like the last bit of hope we have as a society.

Does anyone else want to be free with the animals? We are creating a zoo for ourselves. The walls were built for a reason, to keep us or.. to keep something out. Never knowing when the light will go out, or when the light will come to us is the nightmare that will never end, until we do. We created this reality. We are THE people, not them. Not the ones beyond the wall..

Right? That's what they said, that's... they told us this was the right way.

We're taught to listen to them, and that they are right. We're just... people. Yeah, don't worry. We are the lucky ones, to be within the walls of our future. Safe, secure and.. and we advanced.. right.

Yeah, right. We advanced.

-The light, where is the light? No.. no no no.

THE LIGHT!

There, okay, we are okay. I, I chose this life, but the light, the light is for us to see, a reminder of our constant prison that WE chose. The light gives hope for everyone.... it gives you hope, right?

The candle is there everyday, it never leaves. One day the candle will come, the candle will be our savior. Not like those, those fools. Trying to convince us the direction of our future was to abandon the true nature of our home. We shouldn't have listened, why would, why would we listen.

Why would YOU listen?

It is ok. We are supposed to be here, the light is just, no, the light isn't there. The only light that exists now is the one we create with our tools and our minds. We advanced far enough into the world of technology to never have to look at a flame again. The people, out there, they are lesser of people. They do not have their walls of protection, their keyboards and AI, no, no they have.. they have nothing to themselves. Why would anyone want dirt and trees, and sunlight? It was made for the poor, not for us, the.. the people.

The light, after years, goes out and the faintest of smoke trails, and a fraction of wax, is all that is left of the "peoples" hope.