Stranger than Fiction

You would think that with the one definite fact or our lives, that fact being that one day, we'll all die, more people would want to write. You would think more people would want to be published, be retained in time through something. But we don't. If anything, most people are content with giving up their lives without any credit. Without any preservation. You walk down the street and you pass twenty, forty, hundreds of people and you realize in that moment of grim revelation that you'll probably never know anything about them. That their existence is only visually confirmed. We could all be living and walking amongst thousands of phantoms and never be the wiser. City life becoming the world's largest optical illusions. Where Tokyo would be just one giant house of mirrors, never knowing the difference between something with a pulse or just another lost soul. Paris would be like entering a nightmare and New York would be encircled by the River Styx. The population of the world may only be a myth. Perhaps 6 billion is only a trick. Maybe there are only a couple thousand, a couple hundred, or just you on the earth. Maybe... Just maybe.