The little box named solitude
Are there times when you feel secluded from the rest of the world, sitting in your own little box labelled “Solitude”? Do you like it? What do you do when that happens?
I don’t know. Being in an overly-strict family, I don’t get much of real social life. Whilst I like being around friends, there are times I feel like blocking the rest of the world out and be on my own. When that happens, I’m usually sitting at the computer designing or coding for hours.
And then I have strange thoughts. If the world spins on and you’re left behind, are you young or old? In other words, when time doesn’t seem to have an effect on you, are you eternally young or do you become an ancient ghost? Forever 17 or 1486 years old? Would you like to be immortal? To see all the people around you aging and dying? There’d be new people, but they come and go… What would become of you?
On comes along a striking idea: what if everyone else in this world are fake? And you’re nothing more than the character of a game. Your whole life is just a show; you live and you die, what’s the entire point of all this? This has been in my head ever since watching The Truman Show, and it accompanies me when I’m in that little box named Solitude.
My novel idea. Maybe for NaNoWriMo.
