CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Charles Horse watched the spider on his wall. It was funny. He'd thought this would be the least memorable New Year's Eve ever. But here he was, watching a spider on his wall. Things were looking up! No, really. He hadn't been so captivated for a long time. That spider. Moving across the wall. It was a metaphor for his life, for all life. That spider. Moving across his wall...
He was so alone.
But he always had been.
They year would end and nothing would happen. Nothing would happen.
The spider didn't care.
But the spider would be dead soon. And it didn't even know. He could kill the spider before it got to the top of his wall and it would make no difference at all. Nobody would know.
He didn't, of course. Charles Horse never killed spiders. He watched and watched.
It wasn't getting any later. Maybe the year would never end.
Actually it was getting later. The year would end.
IT MEANT NOTHING, TIME MEANS NOtHING.
Charles Horse had known this for a long time. Yet it still hadn't given him comfort.
There was nothing good on tv.
Maybe he could go on Reddit and complain about The Force Awakens again. Fucking Starkiller Base.
But he didn't really feel like he had the energy to post anything online again. No one ever changed their mind. And people were so...stupid. They just said stupid things you and couldn't even begin to explain to them how stupid they were. And he was no better himself. He had his own agendas, his own biases. And it was all fucking pointless.
He looked out the window. He could hear people setting off fireworks, but he couldn't see them. Where could they be?
Shit, he'd forgotten about the spider. It could have disappeared. He might have to go on a mad spider hunt.
Oh, it was still in the same place. He lay back down on his bed. He fell asleep, probably. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he'd been asleep or not.
He looked at the clock at some point. It was after midnight. It was 2016.
He looked at the wall. The spider was gone. Panicked spider hunt time?
No.
He went back to sleep instead.
He was woken up by loud fireworks five minutes later. He didn't even bother looking out the window.
He was so alone.
But he always had been.
They year would end and nothing would happen. Nothing would happen.
The spider didn't care.
But the spider would be dead soon. And it didn't even know. He could kill the spider before it got to the top of his wall and it would make no difference at all. Nobody would know.
He didn't, of course. Charles Horse never killed spiders. He watched and watched.
It wasn't getting any later. Maybe the year would never end.
Actually it was getting later. The year would end.
IT MEANT NOTHING, TIME MEANS NOtHING.
Charles Horse had known this for a long time. Yet it still hadn't given him comfort.
There was nothing good on tv.
Maybe he could go on Reddit and complain about The Force Awakens again. Fucking Starkiller Base.
But he didn't really feel like he had the energy to post anything online again. No one ever changed their mind. And people were so...stupid. They just said stupid things you and couldn't even begin to explain to them how stupid they were. And he was no better himself. He had his own agendas, his own biases. And it was all fucking pointless.
He looked out the window. He could hear people setting off fireworks, but he couldn't see them. Where could they be?
Shit, he'd forgotten about the spider. It could have disappeared. He might have to go on a mad spider hunt.
Oh, it was still in the same place. He lay back down on his bed. He fell asleep, probably. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he'd been asleep or not.
He looked at the clock at some point. It was after midnight. It was 2016.
He looked at the wall. The spider was gone. Panicked spider hunt time?
No.
He went back to sleep instead.
He was woken up by loud fireworks five minutes later. He didn't even bother looking out the window.