Neon lights shone brightly through the greasy, unclean windows. The man who sits in the middle of the room does not know his name, or who he is. He sits by a desk stacked with various narcotics. Orange and white pill bottles reflect various events going on outside his window, it would usually hurt his eyes, but they are glossed over. He is on a trip, he will not be back for a while. What did he take this time, I wonder? I do not know, and neither do you. His seemingly lifeless body slouches in the chair. It will stay there for a couple more hours. Then he will wake, and you will watch as he goes on about his life. That is your role. You are the spectator, the audience, some of you are the choir, or maybe the orchestra. You will witness his life, maybe even play a symphony for him. But you are helpless. He is in pain, and you can't help him. But you can certainly watch.
YOU ARE READING
MONOLITH
Science FictionIn a restrictive and dilapidated society, a lonely man's routine life is plagued by visions of a haunting structure of black stone. You will witness his life, maybe even play a symphony for him. But you are helpless. He is in pain, and you can't hel...
