Things have changed. For everyone. But why does it all seem so depressing?
They were walking through the deserted streets. There was no sign of life. Actually, there was no evidence of activity of any sort. And that was the most saddening of all.
Are you still alive if you don’t showcase it? Are you still living if you show no signs of what you’re doing to anyone?
What makes a life? What you do; what you get out of it; or how it makes you feel?
Communicate regardless. Someone thinks you’re more special than you give yourself credit for.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers