Post by Carl on Oct 13, 2011 12:40:39 GMT -1
It was late at night, and Carl had just turned off his PC. A moth had been circling the room most of the night, bashing constantly into the lightbulb. Carl couldn't figure where it came from, but then he didn't care much either.
He turned off his router, as he always did every night. Its green connection lights flickering out as be pressed the button. Reliable old thing, but it really didn't like being left on all the time.
Pacing quietly down the stairs, to avoid waking his parents, he flicked on the lights, walking into the kitchen to get his nightly medicine. Cetrizine, to offset his allergies, and Mometosone Furoate, to keep his Asthma in check. Both of those combined, he'd not been coughing or sneezing regularly for months.
He noticed his Stepfather asleep on his downstairs bed next to the kitchen, as he has done these past few years when he could not be bothered to go upstairs at night. His wheezy snore quite noticeable. That's what years of Smoking does to you, it seems. This former soldier, a good man and a bright mind, was now finally succumbing to the final stages of his smoking habit. Carl figured he has less than a decade left.
Quietly turning off the light, he slipped back upstairs, turning off the hallway light as well, as to keep his mother happy with her "Save energy" habit. Quite pointless felt Carl, as these lightbulbs use more energy turning on, than they do in six hours.
With the PC off and his TV on mute, the room was quiet, and felt warm with the gentle temperatures of late. Still, his feet were cold, so Carl slipped under his blankets. Perhaps flicking through the TV would be a good idea. So he finds a good episode of QI to watch for half hour, a good one about electricity.
There was pretty much nothing on after that, with most of the networks shutting down for the night. The news was its usuall depressing bullshit, with economic turmoil, and people killing each other for worshipping the wrong god. Fucking hypocrites. Using excuses to kill each other, when their supposed "Gods" teach peace and compassion.
Mankind only wishes to destroy. How could he even be a member of this species? This life form that wishes only to end one another to earn the favor of a deity that may not even exist. Too much thinking. He turned off the TV, because it was a bad idea to keep watching.
He lay upon his bed again, looking at the ceiling. The moth was still there, circling the light endlessly, bouncing off the light every now and again. Carl once more found himself drifting into thought.
The moth flying around the light. Doing so endlessly until it runs out of energy and dies, or whatever. Why does it take such a futile action? In the end it gains nothing. It should be looking for a window, to escape and find food or something. Unless its a species that does not eat in adulthood, of course.
Carl stopped for a moment and considered Mankind and its link to that little Moth, circling the light. A totally futile gesture, in the hope it would find something.
Mankind is just a moth, flying around a lightbulb. Trying to make something of a fruitless situation.
Ah, Ignorance is indeed bliss, he figured, as after all, look at what intelligence is doing to us all now. Religion continues to peddle blind answers, while Scientists look desperately for an answer to it all that may not even be there.
Too much thinking. Carl turned to his side, looking at the blank screen on his Television. His reflection on the screen looking right back, though blurred. He could hear the hiss in his ear now, a side effect of having a hole in his ear patched up a few years back. This hiss had been his constant companion since the operation, always there when all other noise was silent. He usually managed to ignore it.
Never a good idea to listen for the hiss, as it always made it worse. He turned to look at the ceiling again, watching the moth. He was finally tiring now, not bothered with the light still being on. He just watched the moth circle the light until he finally fell asleep. The moth endlessly circling the light in the hope of finding something.
That morning, he found the moth dead, on top of one of his DVD cases.
He turned off his router, as he always did every night. Its green connection lights flickering out as be pressed the button. Reliable old thing, but it really didn't like being left on all the time.
Pacing quietly down the stairs, to avoid waking his parents, he flicked on the lights, walking into the kitchen to get his nightly medicine. Cetrizine, to offset his allergies, and Mometosone Furoate, to keep his Asthma in check. Both of those combined, he'd not been coughing or sneezing regularly for months.
He noticed his Stepfather asleep on his downstairs bed next to the kitchen, as he has done these past few years when he could not be bothered to go upstairs at night. His wheezy snore quite noticeable. That's what years of Smoking does to you, it seems. This former soldier, a good man and a bright mind, was now finally succumbing to the final stages of his smoking habit. Carl figured he has less than a decade left.
Quietly turning off the light, he slipped back upstairs, turning off the hallway light as well, as to keep his mother happy with her "Save energy" habit. Quite pointless felt Carl, as these lightbulbs use more energy turning on, than they do in six hours.
With the PC off and his TV on mute, the room was quiet, and felt warm with the gentle temperatures of late. Still, his feet were cold, so Carl slipped under his blankets. Perhaps flicking through the TV would be a good idea. So he finds a good episode of QI to watch for half hour, a good one about electricity.
There was pretty much nothing on after that, with most of the networks shutting down for the night. The news was its usuall depressing bullshit, with economic turmoil, and people killing each other for worshipping the wrong god. Fucking hypocrites. Using excuses to kill each other, when their supposed "Gods" teach peace and compassion.
Mankind only wishes to destroy. How could he even be a member of this species? This life form that wishes only to end one another to earn the favor of a deity that may not even exist. Too much thinking. He turned off the TV, because it was a bad idea to keep watching.
He lay upon his bed again, looking at the ceiling. The moth was still there, circling the light endlessly, bouncing off the light every now and again. Carl once more found himself drifting into thought.
The moth flying around the light. Doing so endlessly until it runs out of energy and dies, or whatever. Why does it take such a futile action? In the end it gains nothing. It should be looking for a window, to escape and find food or something. Unless its a species that does not eat in adulthood, of course.
Carl stopped for a moment and considered Mankind and its link to that little Moth, circling the light. A totally futile gesture, in the hope it would find something.
Mankind is just a moth, flying around a lightbulb. Trying to make something of a fruitless situation.
Ah, Ignorance is indeed bliss, he figured, as after all, look at what intelligence is doing to us all now. Religion continues to peddle blind answers, while Scientists look desperately for an answer to it all that may not even be there.
Too much thinking. Carl turned to his side, looking at the blank screen on his Television. His reflection on the screen looking right back, though blurred. He could hear the hiss in his ear now, a side effect of having a hole in his ear patched up a few years back. This hiss had been his constant companion since the operation, always there when all other noise was silent. He usually managed to ignore it.
Never a good idea to listen for the hiss, as it always made it worse. He turned to look at the ceiling again, watching the moth. He was finally tiring now, not bothered with the light still being on. He just watched the moth circle the light until he finally fell asleep. The moth endlessly circling the light in the hope of finding something.
That morning, he found the moth dead, on top of one of his DVD cases.