From inside the cabin

What are you doing?
Time to grow up.
Go do something.
Time to wake up.
There’s nothing more frightening than seeing headlights on your side of the road.
I’m cool like that, cooler than this.
But where are we?
What have we done?
We’re so close to the water.
I lost my sight for it, for a second.
Gone, they are, like trucks on empty highways that pinstripe the landscape of the country.
Come back to us, though we don’t need you.
We’ve got something to live for.
Breathe it in.
Only positive from here on.
There’s something so primitive in our civilizations.
We are so lucky.

The lights that gleam from inside the houses scattered atop the city hills look like the glitter gold that overflows so brilliantly over the sides of glorious treasure chests that pirates once battled against each other to possess.