Freedom from flickering fiction
As he could not muster the will to leave his apartment to scavenge the block for any possibilities of milk or other dairy, he attempted to take his mind of the problem. He dug himself deeper into the couch and turned on the TV - a flat-screen he had gotten from his uncle on his 18th birthday - it had been cool for it's time, but he was 28 now and it was an old piece of shit. But nevertheless it was his piece of shit and he loved it dearly. Well, loved and loved - he was secretly convinced, that had his uncle not gotten him that TV and had he not had such amazing fiber-connection in his apartment and had not Netflix poured an endless torrent of content right into his lap day after day, week after week and year after year ... and had he not devoured season after season like a junkie doing drugs after winning the lotto - had all that not happened he was sure that he would have become a celebrity, a singer and an actor. He had realized the way it consumed his life, but he figured he had gone too far down the rabbit's hole to ever come out again and relished giving in to his plight.
So why are you invited to witness this particular Sunday afternoon in the aftermath of the end of it all? Because - here is the moment, the event that could only be likened to Django losing his chains in "Django Unchained" - remember? When Christoph Waltz appears in his dental wagon and gives what coming to Django's captors? This was that moment in his life, when an unforeseen event freed him from the chains that entertainment-on-demand had him in.
The screen turned on and he flicked through serie and movie titles in search for that one movie or serie episode that would be the perfect one, the exact right level of entertainment. After 30 min of being picky, he settled for a show he had already adequately and repeatedly binged. The winner was: "How I Met Your Mother" Season 9, Episode 14 "Slapsgiving 3: Slappointment in Slapmarra".
He smiled and happily forgot all about his pressing issues about milk and joined in the opening theme song.
A loud roar tore through the city dramatically shaking his windows - a second later the screen went black. He froze for a moment, the grin on his lips had not yet faded but it's spirit was gone. He scuttled to the window and searched the horizon. There it was! Black smoke reaching for the sky at the edge of the city - he knew the city well enough to know that was where the cities energy-plant lay, an old graffiti-hang-out of his. Gone was the plant and with it his entertainment source evidently. He stared dumbfounded at the view, glancing from time to time at the black screen and back to the smoke - connecting the dots in his mind. A laugh escaped him as he realized he would have no choice but start to LIVING his life! HE WAS FREE FROM HIS CHAINS! He could spend his time pursuing his dream of being a singer!!
Reality joined in uninvited and he consequently sighed in disappointment as he weighed in the fact that it was too late, the apocalypse had happened and there were no people left to sing to, literally. "Fudge-mucker!", he said attempting to curse. He wobbled back to his couch and out of habit stared at his refection on the black screen.
He really did wish he had some milk.
OUT OF MILK - THE STORY-BLOG
Come over here and waste your time with the story of one who survived the end of the world, only to find first-world problems were still problems. Join us on this quest for more milk.
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