Locked‌ ‌Without‌ ‌An‌ ‌Internet‌ ‌

I'm not insane, and neither this cabin has been haunted before; but there are a lot of unusual voices running around my head as I'm locked inside this winter cabin with no electricity, internet and phone service; The things that I can't live without. Wondering how it feels to be here? It's devastating. Every second that passes by, feels like a torment of death. I want to peel off my skin, rip out all my hairs and recline as if I'm deceased. It's embarrassing to admit this, but I've tried to do so a couple of times. Sometimes, this acrimony leads me to bite my own hand, and yell as hard as I can, to ease myself from these unexpected emotions.

The cabin is flat, about the size of a studio apartment. There's a vent at the right side: The only place for freshness of air to pass by. With the snow everywhere, I’m aware of those children skating outside. Lack of electricity makes it hard to power up the heater. And it’s insurmountable to defend against this cold without a warm blanket. Absence of hot soup makes it absurdly devastating. Not catching up with TV shows, social media, news and porn, makes it hard to survive inside this winter cabin. The cabin is crowded with old furniture, alongside a few ancient Egyptian paintings. Apart from that, it’s completely dark in here, with no one but me. Occasionally, it feels as if someone is ogling me from the other side. A girl, who slipped on the floor whom I laughed at, a celebrity trolled by some paparazzi, or a kid, who was interviewed by a TV journalist. Sometimes I get a bulletin of news reports, flickering of web series, Facebook feed, Instagram influencers, glimpse of porn stars and numerous things that’s entirely ineffable. Other times, I talk with unwonted voices, hard to pinpoint where they’re coming from. Moreover, arduous to comprehend whatever they’re mumbling.

"The 21st century has been an amazing year for humans. From the expeditiousness of the internet, to having a portable computer at your hand, you have the power to get a glimpse of any place in the world, regardless of where you are. You gaze at those smooth slippery mobile screens as if you've harnessed a fire. It gives you immense pleasure than anything that you have. More than a deep meaningful relationship, hanging out with friends and building your career."

"Who are you?", I said.

"Take this as a hard lesson. You’ve wasted your life chasing tender girls, following influencers and binge watching porn and TV shows. You’re an idiot. A fool! With no life, no goals, no career and no relationships but regret. Your brain was hijacked by these advanced technologies. You were addicted to each one of them, and it's no wonder you find it hard to live without them."

I was astounded and terrified. I found no one in the room but me. It's getting pitch black in here, I couldn’t believe my eyes, neither felt anything unusual.

"Shut up. You're a girl...no...no...no...you're a kid who's interviewed right there."

A huge flash of light comes out of nowhere and hits me hard. I'm lying unconscious on the floor. Suddenly, I got enfolded with unusual voices. They blared, as if the voices were inside my head.

"The Stock Market Has…..President Has Arrived At…..We're Live From….Take This Pill….Wake Up, It's Monday Morning….I was broke….The Ultimate Secrets To Getting….."

Those voices were irresistible.

"where these recurring thoughts are coming from. What is it? Are these sensations even real, or they are just the creation of my mind? "

Those atypical sounds were buzzing as I sprawled, strenuous to move myself. I imagined Amy for almost five minutes straight. But it didn't work either. The more I tried to do so, the buzzier the sound got, and harder to move my body.

Suddenly, another flash of light hit me hard….no an old woman...perhaps, I think so, and I woke up. I wondered, where am I? It's indistinguishable. Until, I discerned, it's not. The same cabin with the same old furniture. Surprisingly, I found Amy by my side: A curvaceous woman. Apparently, the only part of my body slightly moved upwards. And slowly, I inclined towards her. It's almost hard to resist her beauty. Her bigger hips, those lustful eyes and the slack of muscle around her chest, hanging outside, makes her voluptuous.

"What should I do? Grab her by arms? Kiss her hard? Or, play the game she's an expert on? I can't make a damn decision. Shit!! Another stream of light", coming towards me.

"What is it? No...No….No...Please don't...I'm craving to have an intimacy with Amy. It's been years since I've been watching her videos on computer and jacking off, every night before I go to bed."

I wanted to have it so badly. Her videos always gave me immense thrill and relaxation. After a while, the light hit me hard. Almost impossible to contemplate where it was leading me to. With extraneous force exerting my body, hitting hard on the floor, I woke up and realized...

"What a freaking dream? Is it what a day without the internet really feels like? Am I really addicted to all these advanced technologies? And what about Amy? Was she an extreme imagination, as I watch her videos throughout the day? Or, something's wrong with this winter cabin?" 

"I've never imagined, life without the internet or electricity would actually be so difficult. Part of the reason is, yeah...this winter cabin is a bit...I don’t know...But still, it's devastating to know the way I've changed over the past few years. It's ridiculous. And, what's even worse? I don't have anyone to share these feelings. Maybe I should just make a couple of new friends and have a deep relationship with a woman. Anyways…."

As all those thoughts were buzzing around my head, I went outside and was relieved by the freshness of air, as it touched my face and passed by. I was happy because I had electricity, the internet and my love: iPhone.