asylum_online | Jul. 11th, 2010

“I feel so lonely,” the creature that sat in the chair opposite to mine said to me. Judging by the outside appearance, the creature didn’t have any difference with normal human being. It seemed like an average middle aged man with slightly graying hair and an indistinguishable face. “There is this song,” he gazed out of the window, “that keeps playing over and over in my head and sometimes I want someone to sing it with me, but they just can’t hear it, you know.”

He toyed with the ice cubes inside his lemonade. “I’ve been lonely for a very long time,” his eyes showed some sadness (how could it be, isn’t it fake?). “Ever since I fell into this planet. I’ve been looking for my comrades and friends. But I find none.” The ice cubes tinkling inside the glass. “It feels so heavy, this loneliness.”

I asked him why he didn’t just make friend with human. “I do, I do have some friends, some human friends. But humans are only good at making other sad. They_make_me_sad_too.” His fingers that control the drinking straw are driving the ice cubes faster. “They can’t see what I see, you know.” I don’t know what he saw, I said, and he agreed, “exactly.”

“I’m waiting for a ship to take me home. Or maybe a comrade so I don’t feel so alone. Do you...do you think I could ever come home?” I said of course, but I didn’t mean it and he knew. I glanced at the clock and cursed at how long he kept me here. He realized my restlessness, and said,” Thank you for your company, however meaningless it is.” He patted my hand and (...) disappeared.