Inevitably Compost

The man mumbled. He was trying to talk but he didn’t feel the words leave his mouth. He knew he was thinking them and was trying to speak them, but no sound seemed to emerge. He tried again and again but it all seemed like mumbling to him. He screamed, but only in his head.

Oh magnificent! Another one to ruin our peace!

The man looked left and right but he couldn’t see anything. He had definitely heard a voice. It sounded so grim and hollow, something that the man thought could never be produced in his own mind. The man once again shouted. He asked where the voice had come from.

Why does it matter? The voice replied. Left, right, up, down? Why does it matter? Just stay quiet like the rest of us!

The rest of us? Where am I? How did I get here? The man was in a panic and became very frightened.

How should we know? Everyone who is with us all asked the same questions. We don’t know when we arrive and we don’t know now. And would you please stop yelling?

The man was taken aback. He was stunned and couldn’t move. Not out of fright, but because he was actually just trapped by a cold, dark material. The man quickly realized that questions were of no use, and that he was scared of the man he had already talked to. He decided to be quiet.