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THE PARADOX

It was like something from a horror movie. At least the beginning of them, when it's known all too well that taking that deserted earily looking shortcut in the pitch black of night probably isn't the best idea. Unfortunately for me, i wasn't too familar with the clichéd horror tropes used for setting it's characters up for their inevitable, impending doom. All i knew at that point was that that sign said "shortcut", and i had no reason to doubt that was true. Fast forward 5 days, and here i am.

...And how wrong i was.

This is what's been left to me. To pass the time i'm guessing? I know nothing about this place, and why i'm here. I've seen one other person in 4 days. A tall looking chap, dress all in black. I tried to find out who he was. Calling out to them. Asking why i was here. They didn't say a word. Didn't even look at me. Not that i could see exactly where they were looking. Their face, like the rest of them, was completely covered. And that was 4 days ago.  4 days, 6 hours and 39 minutes to be precise. That is, according to the small square screen afixed to the wall. I remember thinking when i awoke, how weird it was for a clock to display the days. How many clocks display days? It wasn't like a date either. I guess you'd say it was more of a stopwatch than a clock. But what was it's purpose.

Not alot of inspiration comes from being trapped in what looks like one of those padded cells you'd find in an asylum. It's the only way i can describe it really. Completely surrounded by white, it's as cold on the walls as the air is in the room. And i can tell you, the air is damn cold. Apart from that stupid clock thing on the wall, the only other thing in here is this seemingly pointless typewriter. I only use it now, as i come to terms with the very possible fact i may never leave this place. It's a weird process to go through, and one i never really thought i'd have to. But after four days of trying to call for help, mixed with curling up into a ball and sobbing, apparently comes a fifth day of calm. Who knows, perhaps tomorrow i'll be back to sobbing. I do think about it though. How long i can last in here. I wonder what will get me first; the hunger or the cold.

It was like something from a horror movie. At least the beginning of them, when it's known all too well that taking that deserted earily looking shortcut in the pitch black of night probably isn't the best idea. Unfortunately for me, i wasn't too familar with the clichéd horror tropes used for setting it's characters up for their inevitable, impending doom. All i knew at that point was that that sign said "shortcut", and i had no reason to doubt that was true. Fast forward 5 days, and here i am.

...And how wrong i was.

This is what's been left to me. To pass the time i'm guessing? I know nothing about this place, and why i'm here. I've seen one other person in 4 days. A tall looking chap, dress all in black. I tried to find out who he was. Calling out to them. Asking why i was here. They didn't say a word. Didn't even look at me. Not that i could see exactly where they were looking. Their face, like the rest of them, was completely covered. And that was 4 days ago.  4 days, 6 hours and 39 minutes to be precise. That is, according to the small square screen afixed to the wall. I remember thinking when i awoke, how weird it was for a clock to display the days. How many clocks display days? It wasn't like a date either. I guess you'd say it was more of a stopwatch than a clock. But what was it's purpose.

Not alot of inspiration comes from being trapped in what looks like one of those padded cells you'd find in an asylum. It's the only way i can describe it really. Completely surrounded by white, it's as cold on the walls as the air is in the room. And i can tell you, the air is damn cold. Apart from that stupid clock thing on the wall, the only other thing in here is this seemingly pointless typewriter. I only use it now, as i come to terms with the very possible fact i may never leave this place. It's a weird process to go through, and one i never really thought i'd have to. But after four days of trying to call for help, mixed with curling up into a ball and sobbing, apparently comes a fifth day of calm. Who knows, perhaps tomorrow i'll be back to sobbing. I do think about it though. How long i can last in here. I wonder what will get me first; the hunger or the cold.

53W!⟘