Nothing feels real. It’s always dark. Is there a point? Tall dark buildings stretch as far as the eye can see. So tall the buildings burst through the dark dreary clouds. The skyscrapers are all laid so close to one another that it makes all the unlit streets feel like alleyways. Not one building wasn’t covered in corporate screens just as wide as the buildings themselves. All the bright screens show ads for products barely anyone can afford except for the ones who display them. Disgusting.
The weather always seems to feel gloomy and grey. The clouds never seem to want to leave. Can’t say it’s not fitting, just adds to how awful this world has truly become. The planet has become engulfed in regret and envy. The sun isn’t even strong enough to escape the bleak and murky grasp of this ever expanding fog. The only light this planet gets now is from our technology. The population has gained an endless need for stimulation. Some get it through screens; most get it through drugs. It’s a sad reality to be burdened by, but it’s all the big corporate scums care about.
Everyone who lives here is tired. I’m tired. The people like me, the ones who weren’t lucky enough to get rich selling lies and worthless junk, can barely afford to live. Some can't. Everyday day feels like a struggle to live, just by looking at the trash filled rain soaked streets you can tell. The constant noise of: honking, ads, and even screaming feel the humid air. As I stand atop one of these horrid structures, looking down at it all, I finally realize:
"there isn't any point..."
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