I am a fearful dog wandering among the ruins of a silent city abandoned to its fate. I can climb over piles of rubble easily, my weight not even close to the weight of an average person. I am also amazed at how thin I am after days of thirst and hunger. The bones in my sternum are as fleshless as the bones I used to spend minutes scraping off, which eventually turned into a white, prehistoric tool. I wish I had at least tried something if I could rip them off, even if I finally failed to rub them together to create a little fire.



I see people walking around with little cameras in their hands. While witnessing the images of a disaster that did not happen to them, they try to guess what may have happened among all these concrete pieces. To live? No, the whole city is here now, as dead as every piece of iron, concrete, shattered stuff I stand on. They were already dead when it all started. It was as if life had changed its skin and was replaced by what was no longer unusable. Meanwhile, the voices were very loud, every single voice, every living being's voice as loud as possible. I've witnessed it all and have to live with it in my mind, I'm the one living. Save me in those little electronic memories!

February, 2023 by Demon Ego