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*Ā
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*Ā
⦠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? Iām not even real apparently⦠everything just, did any of it even matter? Why am I even here?Ā
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, ālife storyā 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. itās not like anyone else will be listening to these tapes regardless.Ā
I doubt I will even listen back on this.. what even for? To listen to my own musings of insignificance?Ā
*they huff* Donāt even know why Iām recording this actually⦠perhaps just to have something to talk to that isnāt just the inside of my own headā¦Ā
I, I know none of them are real⦠but I would still rather not put this on themā¦
ā¦how much of my life was even My doing? How much autonomy do I actually have here?Ā
How much of me is, even me?Ā
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*Ā
ā¦āCharacterā ⦠so, nobody is ārealā, huh?Ā
Not me, my family ⦠my kidā¦
What does that even mean in the grand scheme of things?... or is there no āgrand schemeā... is there a plan?...Ā
ā¦does any of it matter if the twat who controls my fate decides they are fookinā boredā¦Ā
will they just, what? take my family again?... drag me back to that forsaken place.. from the way things have gone, I wouldnāt put it past themā¦
*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 āgodā 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*Ā
I know you aren't real⦠but thank you, love *their voice is a bit tight*
*recording ends*












