It’s lonely in here. The visitors have vanished. I don’t blame them. I think I’m the last exhibit in the alien zoo so there’s not much to see.
Just me. Trapped behind the one way mirror, pretending to thrive, trying to put on a show. Waiting to hear the tapping that accompanies prying eyes or wondering about those who might watch in silence.
It’s not all bad, aside from the loneliness, the keepers do what they can. There are books, and broadcasts from home saved or streaming through a computer. There isn’t much conversation but I that’s okay, I guess.