If the darkest room means being oblivious to the outside world, then I am living in the darkest room in the darkest world.
Everyone around me goes about their day like everything is perfectly fine, but I see all the minuscule inconsistencies in the life going by in a rush. I see the men hiding behind their newspapers because they’re afraid, perhaps of what's happening in the world. I see the women in the high-end shops trying to paste a plastic smile on their face as they walk through the aisles of dresses that are on a pedestal out of reach. I watch the children hiding behind trash cans with their younger siblings for fear of being put into a system that will be ten times more cruel than a life of hiding.
Everyday, I walk past these same people who watch, fake, and hide from their reality. They all have one thing in common: they all know the truth, and they fear it.
I am living in the darkest room in the darkest world.