I slowly opened my eyes and saw nothing but white. A white wall. For a second I forgot just where I was. I was in the white room, where time moved at a crawl. Or did time really move at all? I seemed to have forgotten the concept of time. At first I could tell how much time had gone by because I was provided with a small mirror. When my beard grew out I knew it had been several days. But I didn’t have any tools to shave.
I think I’ve gone mad, I don’t know how long I’ve been in here and why… at first I came up with little stories to entertain myself. I learned how to be my best friend. I talked to myself a lot. I talked about how to break out. The door was right there, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. I was afraid of what was on the other side. Many times I came close to opening it but decided not to. I still don’t know if it’s really locked or I just tricked myself into believing it. But I digress.
There was the wall to my right stained with blood from when I punched my knuckles bloody. I was frustrated and a little crazy. I don’t know what I thought. Maybe that I could punch my way out? But it was unsuccessful.
At that moment a buzzer rang. I looked up at the wall to my left and there was a red light flashing. The door swung open and a man in a white lab coat came inside. I stood up and faced him.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He just smiled.
“Are you ready to come out now?”
I didn’t know how to answer that question.
“Of course… I have been. For a while.”
“I don’t think you were ready. But now, are you ready?”
I stared at him for a moment then nodded.
“Why am I here? Who put me in here?”
The man smiled.
“I’ll show you. And when I show you, you won’t want to believe it.”
I followed him out of the room and the door shut behind me.
What I saw shocked me to my core.
Artistic Apathy 