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Broken down cities and urban decay fascinated the boy like nothing else. Streets cracked and broken as nature thrust it's way through, reclaiming the city to be it's own. He found it to be nothing short of awesome, watching the will of the earth as it sought to erase all traces of man and his touch on the land. Pictures could be found of what humanity's great civilization once looked like before their demise, packed with humans and buzzing with life like a giant beehive--people like insects themselves, going about their redundant, useless lives for the greater good and dying without ever realizing their potential. And yet now green and dirt covered all their great marvels as the planet swallowed it all back up and laughed mockingly at how futile their attempts at immortality were. Statues of humans broken and decayed, frozen in time meant for forever, and yet now lay in ruin. Their buildings so high and proud now tumbling and decaying, falling apart even as Jael watched. A murder of crows cawed in the blood-red sunset, laughing at things only they knew.
Would his life be as worthless as these people's, forgotten like he'd never existed once he was dead and gone? Who would remember him if he died today? And even of those who would, who'd remember him in a pleasant light? Immortality could be attained in the memories of those alive, but Jael was nothing. His life was pointless and his existence meaningless. The nihilist extraordinaire, there was only one thing Jael sought in life: simple satisfaction. Happiness and to be content, that was what he wished. Not immortality or anything so great. He just wanted to exist and not to suffer until the end of his time. Stretching across the sun-warmed roof of a car nearly buried in grass and weeds, Jael turned his gaze toward the faux-skyline and the setting sun. The corvids continued their crooning chorus, echoing off the buildings and through the gaping mouths of broken windows, and he watched their flight, wondering briefly if it ever even crossed their mind whether or not their existence was worthless. Probably not.
Broken down cities and urban decay fascinated the boy like nothing else. Streets cracked and broken as nature thrust it's way through, reclaiming the city to be it's own. He found it to be nothing short of awesome, watching the will of the earth as it sought to erase all traces of man and his touch on the land. Pictures could be found of what humanity's great civilization once looked like before their demise, packed with humans and buzzing with life like a giant beehive--people like insects themselves, going about their redundant, useless lives for the greater good and dying without ever realizing their potential. And yet now green and dirt covered all their great marvels as the planet swallowed it all back up and laughed mockingly at how futile their attempts at immortality were. Statues of humans broken and decayed, frozen in time meant for forever, and yet now lay in ruin. Their buildings so high and proud now tumbling and decaying, falling apart even as Jael watched. A murder of crows cawed in the blood-red sunset, laughing at things only they knew.
Would his life be as worthless as these people's, forgotten like he'd never existed once he was dead and gone? Who would remember him if he died today? And even of those who would, who'd remember him in a pleasant light? Immortality could be attained in the memories of those alive, but Jael was nothing. His life was pointless and his existence meaningless. The nihilist extraordinaire, there was only one thing Jael sought in life: simple satisfaction. Happiness and to be content, that was what he wished. Not immortality or anything so great. He just wanted to exist and not to suffer until the end of his time. Stretching across the sun-warmed roof of a car nearly buried in grass and weeds, Jael turned his gaze toward the faux-skyline and the setting sun. The corvids continued their crooning chorus, echoing off the buildings and through the gaping mouths of broken windows, and he watched their flight, wondering briefly if it ever even crossed their mind whether or not their existence was worthless. Probably not.