A Tape Labeled: Reality?
((From this post))
*somewhere in the forest of Ohio, the sounds of shuffling and twigs snapping as a scientist sets up camp for the night*
Well, not too bad for not having done this in about… *they sigh, their voice echoing in the small cave* well, best not to dwell on how long that has been. *the bleating of a nearby baby goat can be heard*
… I, finally calmed down enough to at least be productive… get my thoughts in order and such. It is, stupid actually.
I mean, what thoughts? I’m not even real apparently… everything just, did any of it even matter? Why am I even here?
Am I just, wat? Some form of entertainment?... Did I really think I escaped that?.. perhaps not, but I expected it from them… not, watevah is driving my, “life story” I suppose.
Life story… well, if it is..was a story, I am bloody glad Someone has enjoyed it… not like I remember enough of it to do so. I mean, I only remember bits and pieces. Few actually pleasant, mind you.. me?.. Future me?.. whatever. it’s not like anyone else will be listening to these tapes regardless.
I doubt I will even listen back on this.. what even for? To listen to my own musings of insignificance?
*they huff* Don’t even know why I’m recording this actually… perhaps just to have something to talk to that isn’t just the inside of my own head…
I, I know none of them are real… but I would still rather not put this on them…
…how much of my life was even My doing? How much autonomy do I actually have here?
How much of me is, even me?
Why am I even here? *the sound of a lighter and the woosh of flames bursting to life before the soft crackle of a campfire fills the air, the rain in the background overshadowed by it*
…“Character” … so, nobody is “real”, huh?
Not me, my family … my kid…
What does that even mean in the grand scheme of things?... or is there no “grand scheme”... is there a plan?...
…does any of it matter if the twat who controls my fate decides they are fookin’ bored…
will they just, what? take my family again?... drag me back to that forsaken place.. from the way things have gone, I wouldn’t put it past them…
*there is a beat of silence… the space being filled only by the crip sounds of the roaring campfire, and oddly peaceful night breeze*
… does “god” really hate us all that much… or are we just that insignificant to them?
*As the sound of the night goes on, the odd hissing of a dog as it tries to be comforting. The sound of gloved hands petting him*
I know you aren't real… but thank you, love *their voice is a bit tight*
*recording ends*







