I am disappearing with each passing day. Becoming invisible. A non-entity. I am doing the bare minimum of what needs to be done in order to survive. Eat, drink, sleep, and make enough money to do all of the above.
If existing means living, maybe I have already ceased to exist. I am not living, I am surviving because I am still alive.
I just had an interesting thought - if I died on a Friday after work, nobody would realize it until the coming Monday or Tuesday when I fail to show up at work.
That is the reality no matter how loud the protests may be. Sad but true.
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