The year 2052
What the pedestrian is, the pedestrian is of this cold dark future. People sit and stand watching nothing but t.v. and that light blue screen. Mr. Mead has not encountered a single individual within his walks, for days, for weeks, months, years, a decade, what feels like eons, millenniums. On this night he's met with an encounter of the metallic kind. A robotic, mechanical, police officer, the last of these. On this night. On this day. On this hour. Mr. Mead is sent to the Psychiatric Center for Research all for walking.
You know, I don't like walking. Too many people walk, walk through the alleys, the buildings, the store, the streets I always find oh so busy, always bustling, always with so much havoc. There's no more bigger sense of isolation than being in a room full of people yet feeling so alone. No bigger feeling of isolation than a town full of people, yet feeling so alone.
Ray Bradbury was a man who wrote. Nothing more than an author during the times of the 1950s. Yet he still managed to captivate what the future would be like. A visionary, one might say. A blue tint projecting from a screen, captivating, alluring, how charming it is.
You know, I don't like walking. Too many people walk, walk through the alleys, the buildings, the store, the streets I always find oh so busy, always bustling, always with so much havoc. There's no more bigger sense of isolation than being in a room full of people yet feeling so alone. No bigger feeling of isolation than a town full of people, yet feeling so alone.
Ray Bradbury was a man who wrote. Nothing more than an author during the times of the 1950s. Yet he still managed to captivate what the future would be like. A visionary, one might say. A blue tint projecting from a screen, captivating, alluring, how charming it is.
Have we ourselves grown distant?
Are we just not on the same page as we once used to be?
Loneliness... that is itself life.
The crisis, the feeling of loneliness, that is the human condition. If we are to take a look at the story of Mr. Mead, it's just a lonely little man walking. Even the essence of their being a small hint of life is removed from the story. I myself when I first read this felt that this took place within a dystopia where humanity itself had vanished.
The only thing that Mead encounters isn't even human, a talking car. I find it a bit funny that he's taken to a psychiatric center, or more specifically the "Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies". A talking car... okay buddy. Perhaps the car was supposed to symbolize how mechanical things were, the working factory, the machine where it's components are arranged specifically for one thing and not another. "Robotic" per say I say.
How close does story hit close to home? very. etc. etc.
Loneliness... that is itself life.
The crisis, the feeling of loneliness, that is the human condition. If we are to take a look at the story of Mr. Mead, it's just a lonely little man walking. Even the essence of their being a small hint of life is removed from the story. I myself when I first read this felt that this took place within a dystopia where humanity itself had vanished.
The only thing that Mead encounters isn't even human, a talking car. I find it a bit funny that he's taken to a psychiatric center, or more specifically the "Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies". A talking car... okay buddy. Perhaps the car was supposed to symbolize how mechanical things were, the working factory, the machine where it's components are arranged specifically for one thing and not another. "Robotic" per say I say.
How close does story hit close to home? very. etc. etc.
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