Untitled: Chapter 1At 8:00 pm everything is already quiet. Families are in their homes, children in bed, even the animalswhat few there areare quiet. There's not even the sound of birds, once familiar but now alien to all but me.
I traveled light and kept only what was important. Maybe the most important of all was a tape with the recording of all sounds that might have once been regular occurrences: birds chirping, dogs barking, people exchanging pleasantries, pencils scribbling, water running, and maybe one of the best: laughter. People don't laugh anymore. Not after the Superiors took over. The People aren't allowed to do anything anymore. To write, I had to steal clothing and old materials, coal, sometimes I simply wrote on myself with the hope that I didn't sweat it off. Occasionally I found a large canvas but I could never carry it too far. I tended to have to bury it before I got the chance to fill up the entire space. I buried these things so that maybe one day I would have the chance