Indifference

The screen flickers with images that move incoherently; random words are being transmitted through that piece of electronic wizardry. You pay attention to it; trying to distract yourself from the voices rattling inside your brain. Forced distraction is an art and you realize you have a long way to go before you master it. That sardonic smile on your face makes you understand that your efforts so far have been in vain... yet you persist with the exercise. That ephemeral, fleeting sense of victory that you feel for the moments you can control the aimless ramblings of your mind; it is ephemeral; orgasmic... you hope for this eluding comfort and battle on against the odds stacked by your very own mind. An impossibility achieved, relished, and thrown away in the very next few seconds that pass you by..
The phone rings to break the uncomfortable silence.. silence you feel, for your senses have already been dulled by the conflict between the phantoms inside your head and those booming for redemption from the hollow box made of tubes and diodes. You answer the call, mumble a few choppy, disconnected words to relieve yourself of the quotidian routine as soon as you can; trying your best not to give away any signs of the futile emotions that have clouded your thought process for quite some time. A part of you dies everyday as you put yourself through this vapid degeneration. You feel like spitting out all the by-products-non-degradable; toxic even-of this systematic, ritualistic decay... you give up and try to ignore the scar tissues that are entrenched deep within this putrefying existence.
You look up at the screen.That manic, diabolical face with the most twisted smile you'd ever lay your eyes upon, just spoke your mind.
The Joker was right... Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you STRANGER...