The room was dark. A lone spark of light shone bravely through the big picture window that faced south. A stark, howling wind brewed the tempest that raged into the night. In that desolate moment, she knew the pain of perfect solitude. She was trapped, cut off from a world where the idea of 'civilization' had become the byword for community, for commonality, for association. Never in all her years had she ever heard the sweet sorrow that spoke to her now.
Her thoughts drifted restlessly. Was this what the ancestors felt when they faced the untamed expanses before them? Is this what the world was like before? Where people always alone?
And just like that the wind began to die down and once more she could hear the quiet sounds of her neighbors going about their nightly routines. She wasn't alone anymore. Her world had come back. Never again would she feel the secret serenity that had engulfed her that fateful night. No where else on the entire planet would she ever be able to find a place devoid of the omnipresent global community that had become that sad ball of rock spinning sedately through space.
Her one moment of privacy had become the treasure she carried with her all her days.
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