Out of everyone I’ve lost, I miss myself the most

We found it like that! Lying in a hammock and locked into ceaseless feed on the luminous interface in a gated community that used to be the Mall of Tallinn with a rooftop observation wheel fittingly illustrating their collective guilt trips. There is static noise in the red sky + waves of helplessness. They’re used to it by now and it could already be doomsday, would they even notice? Notification sounds resonated through the concrete floors of their new sanctuary, each note a pixel in the portrait of their shedding old self. The heavenly intercourse they witnessed through their telescope reminded them of the banality that the natural world was a canvas of constant change. We found it like that.