Creative Writing: Water Is Dead

There is a gas station, way in the deserts of Nevada, where life stands still. Where no one passes by to fill their car, and the gas turns stale. Every gust of wind will slather the station in red clay, and in the absence of wind dust will settle instead.

A man works and lives In this gas station, alone. But he is not alive, nor is he dead. He spends his years, pump in hand, waiting for a car to come down the vacant road, but one never does. He has only a clock to measure what time has passed, for his days are meaningless. he yells at his clock. “time! can you not speed up? is there not an inevitability that a car will come down this road and want gas! why make me wait for this moment, why must i be at the hands of your fate and pace?” The clock does not respond. Every day when he wakes up from his bed in the station market, the door to the outside becomes harder to open. The dust and clay has hardened its hinges and blocked its path. One day when the man has aged, he has no strength left to open the door anymore. he will fall asleep and will not wake up. He will not die for he was never alive, but his lungs will …show more content…
in order to be alive, there has to be a difference then being dead. Corpses are simply matter, they are rock. So what really separates us from matter, what makes a rock more or less impactful than a human? I would say it is our ability to choose. From the moment matter was created, its fate was sealed. The dance of cosmic locomotion has already decided what events will happen to matter, The only factor that changes this is time. Time, however, can only speed up or slow down matters fate, it cannot change the order in which events happen to it. This brings us to...well, us. Our ability to choose is what separates us from the dead body. While time may control the speed, we control the direction. We are able to choose the order of events that unfold in this tiny universe, something only unique to