Aurora 2026

Anonymous

I care what someone who doesn’t exist has to say? I was the only real person. So no. No one said to go to the cafe. No one has ever looked at me, close, no one has ever stopped me. And thank God for that. Thank God . It was fine. I didn’t want anything. Though it had just been a night, I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t thirsty, and my body felt as if it hadn’t been thirsty for anything in months. A year? I hadn’t felt the need to eat anything for how long. At least as long as today and last night and this whole week and 2 weeks from now. I wasn’t hungry, so I didn’t stop at the cafe. No one stopped me and said come to the cafe, so I just went to class. Class was the same way it had always been, the same way it was when I was a kid, a teen, an adult. The teachers didn’t call on me; I didn’t raise my hand. In middle school, the teachers didn’t call on me; I didn’t raise my hand. In college, the teachers didn’t call on me, and I didn’t raise my hand. I only found out recently this is because I am the only person on Earth. I left the classroom after a full hour and a half of not talking, not listening, and not learning. “Why do you bother going to class then?” someone asks. “Well, because that’s what I’ve always done. That’s what I’m supposed to

do. To get my degree.” “Oh,” they said, “Okay.” No one actually asked that.

I wondered if getting my degree even mattered, since I was the only person on Earth. I was hoping it maybe would’ve all been for something, but if all is for nought, then what’s the point of trying? Should I just give up? Have I given up? What was giving up? Was giving up dying? Can you even die if you’re not real? Can you even die if you are real?

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