You killed the world.
The bustle of city life has fallen silent. There are no conversations between strangers on sidewalks, no discussion of the latest social media trends, no laughter or clapping. Cars no longer hum and rumble through the streets. Jetliners no longer roar through the skies. All is quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the rustle of rough hands through a backpack that doesn’t belong to them. My five senses are all that really, truly belong to me right now.