The Conversation

A man content to live his life like a cockroach, completely internal and without an inch of connection with another. He’s made a career out of crawling all over those with stomping intentions completely undetected. He slips up just once, letting human compassion rule him in a fleeting moment of guilt for participating in the world like this for all his life, and they simply walk over him and continue on their way. There comes no victory or growth, he simply continues to live in the conditions of the roach. Content to hiding amongst the floorboards, knowing not to come out in the daytime anymore.