Not quite physically, but they’re there regardless. An almost literal representation of the connections shared between you and your family. An almost tangible metaphor for the relationship between you and your best friend at school. White strands of invisible yarn pulled taut between you and every person you’ve ever come into contact with. Every person you’ve ever loved, ever hated, or even had a passing conversation with. In this vast network of strings, you are connected somehow to every person – every being – in this world.
But you don’t know this. Nobody does. The precious strands cannot be seen or touched. You cannot interact with them. You cannot notice when one string is cut, and the close relationship with your significant other goes sour. You can only despair when, strand by strand, your friends seem to grow distant from you.
You cannot see, even as your last strand is lovingly severed from the precious life it was trying to keep connected to this world. You cannot resist, especially as you are engulfed in darkness, tormented by the demons wielding the blades that severed you ever so gradually from this network of connecting strings.
You cannot scream, even as you watch yourself cutting the strings away from those you used to care about most.
Credit To – Johnny Devo