A Story About Being Scared of Letting Go

The clouds encircling the fire have a warm pink hue. In the uppermost realms of existence, three entities are personified: Space, Sound, and Time. Space remains inextricable from memory, particularly in the context of the year 2025, a period marked by the influence of Covid-19, during which the phrase "six feet" became a household name. Sound has no worry regarding release; it served as a vital bridge for human connection during the era of virtual communication. Zoom calls, sustained societal interactions. However, Time, as he sat by the flickering flames, found himself engulfed in a state of worry. He was acutely aware of the possibility of being forgotten, and he grappled with humanities desire for such oblivion.

With the capacity to stretch and contract within the confines of the human psyche, Time was anxious about being left behind. A sensation would intrude upon his restless mind following each significant catastrophe. Would the conflicts waged eventually fade into mere anecdotes? Would the fires extinguished become mere memories? Would the lives lost be deprived of commemoration? Despite Time's insistence on his significance, his efforts appeared increasingly futile as he slipped further into the depths of humanities imagination.

Many individuals yearn for Covid-19 to be stricken from our collective memory. The 2020 pandemic symbolizes a period of isolation, illuminating the interdependence of humanity. However, it is, in my opinion, that the path to improvement, strength, and resilience lies in remembrance. We must retain the recollection of the days spent in solitude, and even more, the nights that accompanied them. Remembering is paramount.

As the fire diminishes, our three characters depart. Space and Sound exit unchanged, yet Time lingers momentarily, bending back to reflect on the fire.