There was one minute left on the clock. It was a one-point game. The point guard drove the lane, elevated for the shot, and the screen froze. A little loading circle appeared in the center of my monitor. My internet had gone out. I didn’t try to fix it. I just laid down on the floor and accepted that this was how the world ends.
The Silence is Deafening
Without the glow of the broadcast, my apartment was completely silent. I could hear my refrigerator humming. I realized I hadn’t spoken to another human being in 48 hours. The router’s blinking orange light felt like a mockery of my isolation.
Schrödinger’s Basketball Game
As long as the internet is out, the game is both won and lost simultaneously. I refuse to check the score on my phone. I will live in this state of suspended animation forever. It is safer here in the dark.
