I crew a one-man submarine, serving some purpose for some higher authority that cannot tell me why I’m all alone. My job, as far as I can tell, is maintaining the submarine I work in, which I am keen to do since I live within said submarine.
Occasionally I will look through the periscope, and see other boats or islands filled with people, enjoying one another’s company. Sometimes I picture myself among them, having a great time. Then I realize I’ve been dreaming. Why did this have to be a one-man submarine? It could have easily held two, maybe a few.
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