Had the shutters been closed, he might never have seen what it. He cowered back into the corner and tripped over the lamp. Why had he looked, he admonished himself. What had made him do it? He could have kept watching television and remained blissfully ignorant but curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“Curse my foolishness!” he cried.
But there was no one there to listen. He had successfully extricated himself from society and had come to enjoy the silence. There was no differing of opinion, no one pushing him to be a better person. Best of all, he wasn’t responsible for anything outside of himself.
It had gotten to a point that he no longer knew day from night or even which day it was. Never mind the week or the month. He wasn’t entirely sure he knew what year it was. But he had gone to the window and looked out. And what had been seen could not be unseen.
“God I hate parades.”
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