EXISTENTIAL DREAD CAUSED BY A SLIDING GLASS DOOR: A VERY SHORT STORY
hello marshalls. my old friend. pleasure to see you. still taking the clothes off your back for me.
okay you let me down. no deals. oh well. maybe you’re right, i shouldn’t be so materialist.
time to leave. ah yes. my friend the sliding door. pinnacle of technological innovation. let me approach you… why hasn’t it opened yet??? i am awfully close. alas. remember lance armstrong, famous astronaut and poet, one step forward. one small step for man, one comparatively large step for a child. what’s this?? the door has not opened. my nose is touching the glass but my gateway to the outside remains locked. is this a sign?? there is only one meaning. the door does not recognize me as a being. what does that make?? who am i, really?? am i a common man, bound with everyone else in my inability to pass through this passageway to existence?? or am i terrifyingly alone. either this door is broken or i am. or both.
oh “please use other door.” hello world!!