What He Died ForA Story by Daniel AtkinsonA divine look at how mankind is choosing to live.Under the streetlights of a midnight metropolis, I cast no shadow. I’m invisible. A memory of a dream of an idea.
I walk from street corner to street corner as a phantom, taking in the neon signs, the clever department store ads.
The skyscrapers. The mega-malls.
So much has changed.
I pass strip clubs and adult movie theaters. Whorehouses cleverly disguised as day spas.
Palaces of infidelity.
In weathered apartments and tattered households everywhere, people drop my name, but nobody knows my face. Billboards quote things I’d never say. Books tell the masses my love for them is something that’s earned, rather than something that’s unconditional.
Everywhere I look, I see the ruined families, the carnal lust. The unraveling of morality, one thread at a time.
This decaying world.
Is this what I died for? © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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