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Blog: The Dome
Joe here.
Being a generally happy person and an aspiring Buddhist, I'll start with the good news:
1) Apparently I no longer have to go to school.
2) My parents have taken a long vacation and left me alone in my house.
3) I have no curfew, no bed time, no wake time. I do not need to clean my room. Or take out the trash. Or bathe, if I so choose. I can eat potato chips for breakfast. And I have.
4) My sister Angie, who once wrote a love letter to the prom queen, signed my name to it and included a pair of my underwear (before going on to successful career in babysitting, somehow) is also gone.
Party! Right?
Not so much.
Let's talk about what's happened lately. Oooh, here's a couple things - I saw a cow get cut in half. And I saw a plane crash AND ALMOST GOT NAILED BY A FRIGGIN LEG THAT FELL FROM THE SKY. I'll stop with the CAPS. You get the idea. Normal? There's no normal. Not anymore.
Here's what we know: The wall was scary enough. Until it turned out to be a dome - as in, A THING WITH A ROOF. Sorry, I did say that I would stop that. I think you get it.
Here's what is able to get through the wall: Sunshine - yes, mom, I still need to wear sunscreen. That means ultraviolet light - yes, mom, I still need to mow the lawn.
Here's what doesn't: Radio waves. TV. Cell phones. (WITHOUT TEXTING CAPABILITY, TEENAGERS SEEN REDISCOVERING THEIR ABILITY TO SPEAK.) Sound - old fashioned sound, as in we can't hear anything on the outside.
Then there's you. I keep talking to you as if you're there but honestly I'm not sure right now. We've seen a couple dudes in uniforms. Once in a while a tank or something. But I don't know what's out there. I don't know if there are others like us.
Hello?
Is there anybody out there?