Discarded

It was dark. I could hear machinery whirring all around me, an eerie sound that seemed unescapable. Instantly I feared for the worst; I was done for, and there was nothing I could do about it. The stories passed around between my acquaintances were far too familiar to me; fairly soon I would be making my way down a cold, unforgiving, conveyor belt, never to be seen again.

Sure enough, I found myself traveling down a conveyor belt. Crumpled, incapacitated, unable to move, every bit of liveliness inside me was drained. Without any chance of escape, I decided I would just have to accept my fate; I was being incinerated, and there was nothing I could do about it. It’s hard to imagine that just a few days ago I was carrying someone’s lunch, but I guess no one keeps a paper bag forever; eventually one day we must be discarded.