Another year passed. He had kept practicing. Listening to the same eight songs. Once in a while looking at photos of his wife. Sometimes he would jack off to them. And still he was stuck in this room. They kept giving him food. And bottled water. Two large bottles of it each day. When would they let him out? He didn't know anymore if they would even let him out. It had been three years or so.
The world out there looked the same from his window. But there was probably a lot happening. The TV never played anything new. Just old recordings. The phone didn't connect to the internet. He didn't know what was going on. They would sometimes give him an old book. but there was no connection to current events. There could be world war 3 breaking outside right now and he wouldn't know. Not unless the war came to him.
The world out there looked the same from his window. But there was probably a lot happening. The TV never played anything new. Just old recordings. The phone didn't connect to the internet. He didn't know what was going on. They would sometimes give him an old book. but there was no connection to current events. There could be world war 3 breaking outside right now and he wouldn't know. Not unless the war came to him.