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[theitaliasociopath]

Loneliness - 2

It has been an hour. It has only been an hour. You already have all of your belongings stuffed in a bag and ready to be transferred. You won't even bother to empty the fridge, since there's nothing in there anyways, and you won't be paying rent anymore. It's not like the apartment will still be yours after you depart. The new home comes with some plants, mostly tomatoes, to keep the oxygen levels stable, so you'll have plenty of food. You'll be able to enjoy a good meal in a restaurant when the nearest station comes by. You'll probably stay on land though, you never eat much anyways. You get out of your house, shaking for the excitement, that you'll never have to see a human again in a few minutes. In a few minutes, you'll never have to socialize again, never have to endure that obscene and horrifying torture other humans call "conversation". You'll never have to struggle trying to understand another being that speaks your own language. This feeling is amazing, you think, while walking down the corridors of the facility. Between the tickets and the place, the whole thing costed you less than fifteen-hundred dollars, unbelievably low price, but fair, considered that that aren't many the souls who would buy a lonely place like that. And it's not much lower than current prices for planets with similar diameter. After all, the whole surface barely reaches a couple of square miles, no one would expect it to be anything more than an isolated floating rock. But it's the isolated part that matters to you, and nothing else. The paperwork is simple, only a few signatures here and there, confirmation modules that you won't use the planet as a nuclear base and stuff like that, easy to get done with. Honestly you expected much more effort needed to buy a whole planet, but now that most of the thing is done, you don't see any obstacles left for your dream to become true. As you begin walking towards the airship, on the open roof of the facility, the wind in your hair, like in the movies, you look back at all your life spent in this planet, only disgusted from how static you have been, and how other people always removed you from the calm that was your productivity, that was your realm. You enter the airship, sitting at the seat that was assigned to you. The acceleration pushes you towards your seat, as you arrive to the closest stop to your destination. From there, a local transport will bring you to your new home. You close your eyes, put headphones on, and with Tchaikovsky playing right into your eardrums, you welcome your new life. The airship lands, the sun sets, and a planet awaits you, right there in the sky, it's calling you, you can hear that bright point screaming your name, and you laugh, laugh at the sky. One day ends, and another is about to begin. You are dancing, on this music that breaks your soul apart, shatters it to pieces, the sun is setting for your life, as the last day enclosed in this finite reality ends right in front of you. For the first time in your life, you are, actually, free.

[theitaliasociopath]

Loneliness

Clicking, rattling noise, as the scroll wheel quickly scrolls through the endless pages, a rhythm, almost melodic, of keys being tapped on lightly, while the switches switch position, and the fans produce that slight background noise that creates the perfect mood, an almost burned out candle exhales its last breath, leaving you in the dark except for that soft but sharp and cold light that comes from the screen of the computer, and you, at your desk, on your chair, in your room, relentlessly browse through those pages that you browse through everyday, so deep in boredom that becomes another level beyond boring, it becomes repetitive. You can't get in the right mindset to start working. Okay, who are you trying to fool, you can say it. You feel lazy. You don't wanna get up. You don't wanna talk to people. It feels better inside your room, doesn't it? As the warmth of the candle dissipates, you feel in peace. No one else, no one to bother you, no one to tell you what to do, it's true freedom. But then there's the noise, from the outside, the evil you're trying to run from invades your nest, deprives you of your space. A train is passing, high truck drivers honk at each others, ambulances scream with their sirens, screeching demons that announce another incident or tragedy, drunk men argue with drunker men, and dogs bark like hell is coming at their door. You've always hated everything of this. Everything. You wish you had some place to go to, somewhere to just crawl in and barely hear anything at all from the outside world. Yes, that's what you want. And in that moment, as your thoughts fly like birds heading to the sunset, a little pop-up advertisement pops up into your screen, as you stare at it for a few instants, waiting for your brain to process the high-contrast symbols written onto it, as if you were decoding encrypted symbols carved onto stone, left by an ancient civilization that only knew an ultra-flashy fonts, that advertisers seem to love. Passed the few moments your brain needed to interpret the meaning those glyphs, you were even more surprised by the text that was actually on that ad, as you thought your eyes betrayed you, you read it again, and then a third time just to be sure. No, your eyes didn't betray you, what you were reading belonged to the real world. On the ad, in plain and clear text, were carved these solemn words, important, huge, as if they were really carved into stone, on the side of a monument.

"PLANETS FOR SALE, Lonely planet at the border of the galaxy with enough stable oxygen for a human, a cat and a small hamster! Perfect for introverts and writers!"

You stare at the text for a moment, your eyes full of disbelief. You and your cat exchange the same reciprocal gaze, as the opportunity of your lives just casually crashed into you.

-> Part 2 <-