Today felt like a slow descent. People all around, moving like shadows–tired in body, tired in mind. I passed an old man outside the pharmacy. His eyes were blank but he clutched his bag of bills with a tiny spark of hope, maybe this would give him the relief he’s been waiting for.
Then there was a mom, dragging herself into the grocery store, every step heavy, like her legs were tethered to the ground. Her eyes were vacant, like she was running on fumes, stuck in an endless loop of responsibilities. Always playing along. Always keeping it together.
If hell exists, surely it would be this. A Walmart on a Tuesday night. People scrambling in their few free hours of the day to buy the things they need, so they can work all their hours again the next day. A place you can never feel full, only emptier once you stop to think about things. Walking around in circles, craving a break that never comes.
Banished to live this cycle, never really getting to rest, never really finding what you are looking for.
Welcome to hell, I suppose.