I take a deep breath and press the button for the intercom speaker. “Who is it?” I ask in a huff. I view the tiny monitor before me, but then I remember it’s broken––ancient technology. There’s no way I’ll be able to see anything through this … Continue reading Galactic Log 1.7 – A Meaningless Existence (Rho Tiarmstrong)
I place my hands behind my head and keep watching the ceiling, unable to focus on one particular light in front of me. I notice a few more specks, flickering about. What exactly are these dots?
It reminds me of a solar system. Are these glowing insects perhaps? Maybe some kind of solar flare.
Nah, that can’t be right.
They gleam and seem to pulsate before my very eyes; they’re not too bright, and yet they remain absolutely motionless. None of the glimmering spots move from my sight. These must be inanimate, not even remotely alive.
But the way they form, making strange patterns above me, I begin to wonder what the hell I’m doing with my life. What the fuck is my purpose? I begin to have second thoughts about why I’m here.
A cluster of them together reminds me of something. I suddenly feel homesick. There’s a sense of longing––to see the stars. There’s a galaxy that I can’t reach; outer space is where I truly belong.
The room is dark and I can’t seem to recall my past. It’s been like this for so long I can’t remember what I did to get in this dilemma. I’m trapped. There’s no glimmer of hope in this place, this protective sphere of mine is suffocating me.
I sigh and pretend to be content for now. Deep down, I know something’s wrong. All the curtains drape over the large windows. They shield me from the incessant noise and lights coming from outside. I’m not sadden by the appearance of my messy room.
Is this really my apartment?
I still don’t feel like getting out of bed.
(To be continued…)
In a blink of an eye, everyone I know is suddenly dead. These are my options. One way or another, regardless of the outcome, it never has a happy ending. This is my curse, my reason for living in solitude. This never-ending burden is my doing. … Continue reading Galactic Log 1.4 – Rho Tiarmstrong
This is neither my home nor the Earth I was born on. I doubt that I’m on a planet at all. Knowing this is millions of years into the future, I wasn’t supposed to be alive in such an era. It doesn’t actually bother me––I don’t hate it here. … Continue reading Galactic Log 1.3 – Rho Tiarmstrong
But once again, I’m stuck within the shadows of a meager existence. No job. No money. No way of making a living for myself. Luckily, I found out I have a savings account listed under my real name. Then, I bought myself a cheap place … Continue reading Galactic Log 1.2 – Rho Tiarmstrong
Hello, darkness. We meet again. My eyes are wide open as I gaze at nothingness. I’m looking through the wall and into the oblivion. Staring at the ceiling, it’s completely pitch-black and yet I don’t seem to mind. There’s a slight feeling of peace. A calm, … Continue reading Galactic Log 1.1 – Rho Tiarmstrong