Help! I've been mysteriously teleported 26 years into the future to a place that I've never been to and I don't like it one bit.
Dear diary:
It has been 26 years since I have written in you. That is because I should be dead.
Yet for some reason, I woke up this morning in the middle of Times Square and I have no idea how
I got here, or even why I'm alive. Is this some cruel trick Satan is playing on me from the depths
of hell? Or is this a second chance? I have no idea, and I am confused. This place is overwhelming.
I'm in the beating heart of capitalism, with neon signs, loud music, and so many people packed
into this godforsaken place. I can't take so many people. I never could, but having spent the last
few months (or maybe 26 years? I don't know anymore.) living alone in the Alaskan wilderness,
this is too dramatic of a transition, and it’s giving me a splitting headache. WHY ARE ALL THESE
PEOPLE VOLUNTARILY PACKING THEMSELVES IN ONE PLACE LIKE SARDINES?!?! THERE'S
NOTHING HERE BUT ADVERTISEMENTS FOR THINGS NOBODY NEEDS! I'm starting to
remember why I withdrew from consumerist society and left for Alaska. I hate this place, and
these mindless sheep eagerly buying up whatever corporations wave under their noses is
infuriating me. Now, I have always been strongly opposed to consumerism, but I now am
forced to endure the heart of it? What cruel irony is this? There are thousands of neon lights
advertising for things that no person actually needs, but everyone wants for some reason.
I mean, how many iPhones (I can't tell what they are. Are they really small televisions?
Are they some super complicated cell phone that doesn’t have buttons for some reason?)
can one person need? How can these iPhones improve their lives? Don't they realize that
they are mindless slaves to corporations? Clearly they don’t. It just makes me mad, how the
only refuge from this perpetual capitalist bombardment that we live in is in the wilderness
where a person (e.g. me) will almost certainly end up dead. I can’t take this any longer.
My head feels like someone has just sliced it open with an ax. I have to get the hell out of
this place. This is so much worse than anything else I have ever experienced. Now, diary,
I must bid you farewell. I need to figure out how to escape from the vice-like grasp of this city.
Maybe I should see my parents. And my sister. Yes. I will definitely do that.
Yet for some reason, I woke up this morning in the middle of Times Square and I have no idea how
I got here, or even why I'm alive. Is this some cruel trick Satan is playing on me from the depths
of hell? Or is this a second chance? I have no idea, and I am confused. This place is overwhelming.
I'm in the beating heart of capitalism, with neon signs, loud music, and so many people packed
into this godforsaken place. I can't take so many people. I never could, but having spent the last
few months (or maybe 26 years? I don't know anymore.) living alone in the Alaskan wilderness,
this is too dramatic of a transition, and it’s giving me a splitting headache. WHY ARE ALL THESE
PEOPLE VOLUNTARILY PACKING THEMSELVES IN ONE PLACE LIKE SARDINES?!?! THERE'S
NOTHING HERE BUT ADVERTISEMENTS FOR THINGS NOBODY NEEDS! I'm starting to
remember why I withdrew from consumerist society and left for Alaska. I hate this place, and
these mindless sheep eagerly buying up whatever corporations wave under their noses is
infuriating me. Now, I have always been strongly opposed to consumerism, but I now am
forced to endure the heart of it? What cruel irony is this? There are thousands of neon lights
advertising for things that no person actually needs, but everyone wants for some reason.
I mean, how many iPhones (I can't tell what they are. Are they really small televisions?
Are they some super complicated cell phone that doesn’t have buttons for some reason?)
can one person need? How can these iPhones improve their lives? Don't they realize that
they are mindless slaves to corporations? Clearly they don’t. It just makes me mad, how the
only refuge from this perpetual capitalist bombardment that we live in is in the wilderness
where a person (e.g. me) will almost certainly end up dead. I can’t take this any longer.
My head feels like someone has just sliced it open with an ax. I have to get the hell out of
this place. This is so much worse than anything else I have ever experienced. Now, diary,
I must bid you farewell. I need to figure out how to escape from the vice-like grasp of this city.
Maybe I should see my parents. And my sister. Yes. I will definitely do that.
Farewell,
Alex
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