I got an idea for something like this a bit ago and just now began trying to write it.
We will be here long after the world dies for we know no death, no freedom. We will be here as the world destroys itself and watch in awe of its destruction. Everything built will crumble and every creation will know the darkness of oblivion. When the universe is silent we will still stand.
Have you ever just watched them?
Why? Have you spent time doing anything, but watching them? What else is there to do?
“Point taken.” the voice is oddly feminine like the bitter cold of a wave it broke through the unbearable silence.
“I’ve watched them since they were but tiny molecules, atoms even. I’ve never felt the need to watch much else. The cats maybe, house ones are incredible interesting from time to time.” the voice is masculine holding fire and envy, a longing one should not know in his position.
“Yeah, but I mean really watched them, know them by name, or even… what do they call it? Race?”
“I think you mean ethnicity, a much more profound concept I feel.”
“Fine, that.” there was a sigh and a flicker in the her eyes her movements like rain as she step softly toward him. “Have you ever picked one out, or a group, and just watched.”
“No. I’ve never cared much for the psycho babble of individualism they admire themselves too highly I much prefer watching the affiliated fight it out against their opposition. My favorite are the ocean groups, you would think its be the desert tribes but I enjoy the island movements, so dependant and isolated and yet in many ways harmonious.”
“You favor them for their geographic locations, you’ve mentioned it before, when you traveled amongst them. I don’t think their game plans matter much.” the joke was left empty as a storm brewed over the Atlantic. “Tragedy, or a bit of fear?”
“Taking bets? I doubt another tragedy will be occurring any time soon, none of them seem to realize the peril they are in.” standing he takes a step to the edge of the mist and watches as the signs of death float about Africa “Right now, there’s genocide happening, it looks like a water color doesn’t it?”
“One of those child drawings, the dead mere drips from fingers?” her laugh filled the air and the mist dives down into the atmosphere “Its only when you get closer it looks a tad more tangible, not paint, more like…” searching for the word she trails off reaching out to the earth her hand like a shadow below “lego’s?”
“Ah yes, like toys, ticker blocks or what have you. They don’t know tragedy, not like the predecessors now the Greeks they knew tragedy. If I had to pick an ethnic group it would have been them, I watched them almost in earnest, shame how they ended.” his eyes the two orbs on either side of his unneeded nose fixed on the waters whirled like a hurricane as he remembered what seemed only moments passed. “They worshiped so wonderfully” he grinned and raised his arms pulling the duo back into the cosmos. “Do you watch them? Individually?”
Almost shocked she turned to him with a look of terror “yes, from time to time, there is one family I’ve come to enjoy.”
“Family? You take the time to look in on then?” indifferent he began forming something, an orb at first solid turning then to ball of light, liquid and malleable .
“I watch them, it passes the time…” nothing more was sad he spent his time watching his creation grow, pondering where he would send it, without question why. He left that to those down there in the trenches. And she bored and lost in thought decided to change her body the only thing created safe to mold in her eyes.