Timothy was the last to be freed from this landfill. Ah, the
joy of leaving the jar. It has seemed like forever since the lid has opened.
Things have changed since his release; the jar has grown a nauseating smell. Even
worse, these small bacteria that swim back and forth in the water antagonizing
me day and night, have arrived. There hasn’t been anyone else here since Tim
left. Now I face boredom itself and its evil adversaries, loneliness and solitude.
I don’t know how long I can take this no one to talk to, no one to listen to. The
silence is engulfing my body whole. I must block out these distractions and
wait till the jar is opened. There is no escape. There is no happiness. There is
no anger. There is no family. There is no enemy. There is nothing.The only thing to do is wait.
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