Nothing but White Space
Another View of Omori
By Julie Morley
Everything is white; the floor, what I assume is the ceiling, all of it. It’s just white, white, white. It’s just a room. I’m stuck here in this void of anything relevant. The only contrast is the black light bulb that hangs from the ceiling. Where the wall meets the ceiling, I do not know. But I’m fairly certain it exists.
It’s unbearably frigid and uncomfortable in here. The warmth from the laptop is pretty nice but it’s the only warmth I seem to have. I hate this room.
But hey, at least I have a laptop, my only connection to anything outside of this prison cell that entraps me. I can’t particularly say that I’m completely alone, there’s a cat that is either always watching me or just sleeps. I guess it takes after me in that regard.
What am I even supposed to do here? All I do is sleep all day long and have one-sided conversations with that cat. Something tells me this isn’t how life is supposed to be. Was there a point where I left the room?
There must have been. I have this feeling that I once knew a different way of life but every time I try to remember, I just want to go to sleep. That’s all I ever really want to do anymore..just sleep.
The closest I’ve been to being happy is being asleep.
My neighbors are nice people, I think. It’s always a good day when they stop by. They try so hard to include me in anything. They’ll be friendly and ask for me to hang out. It’s the only socializing I ever get to do, so I cherish it when it happens. But I always, always say no.
Despite how much I hate this white space, I can’t bring myself to leave it. I feel like this cushion of comfort would simply collapse if I returned to the suspected normalcy of the world outside. Besides, my neighbors may be nice but I don’t buy into it. Why would they want to be around someone who just sleeps all day?
I just-I don’t understand why someone would want my company, though..I mean, look at me.
How can they have fun with someone as horrible as me?
Why would someone out there want to talk to me? How could someone possibly look at me, my face..I look like a freak of nature! I’m so gross!
How could they without puking profusely? Maybe they’re just pretending they like me to be nice. How could anyone even like me?
I don’t even like me.
Nothing seems interesting or fun to do in this white room. I’m fairly certain that I once enjoyed life outside of this room with someone special.
Anything fun is actually a distraction from how much the world actually sucks.
I don’t remember who that person was but there’s an itching feeling that they enjoyed my company. I can’t grasp the concept that well. Maybe I need some sleep.
You can learn more about Omori by heading over to its Kickstarter page.
You can check out other editions of Julies’ “Another View” column right here.
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[author image=”http://cliqist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/julie.jpg” ]Julie Morley is a freelance writer and comic artist from Spring, Texas. She attended the Academy of Art University for two years, studying Animation and Illustration. Whilst here, she learned about writing comic scripts, storyboards, and general storytelling. Since leaving college, she has been working on personal comic projects, stories, and illustrations. She aspires to release a self published comic within two years. For the majority of her life, she has been playing console games, typically being third-person shooters and sandboxes. Her favorite game of existence is Dark Cloud II (Dark Chronicle) and her favorite Indie game is Gone Home.[/author]