In the woods, there is a cabin that no life dares visit. We all pretend to, but I’ve never met an honest man who set foot inside. Its contents are a mystery, as there are no windows – only a door that is always closed. Everybody knows it’s there, though. We know it exists. Many people, however, mistake it for a grand mansion or a rotting cardboard box. Those who know of it will still struggle, however, to actually find it. Few ever do.
Out of curiosity, I chose to investigate. Everyone I could find claimed it was a very nice place. It supposedly contained beautiful bookshelves and cabinets, lined with quality tools and classical literature. They told me it was brightly lit, clean, well organized, and even had a pleasant, vanilla smell inside. Honestly, I was very excited – it felt good knowing that successfully locating this place would be so rewarding.
However, I needed help to get there. I reached out to friends and family, yet even total strangers were willing to help lend a hand. I was absolutely thrilled about this journey, eager to see its results. The ride took a while, but we eventually arrived.
I opened the door to be greeted with a faint smell of smoke and chlorine. There was only one room to this place, dimly lit by a flickering lightbulb long past its prime. The bookshelf was toppled, and its measly five books were scattered and tattered all over the place. Against the back wall was a rotting cupboard. In it, I found a dull knife, a dry pen, and a gutted radio. Even if the thing worked, it would only be able to tune in to a single station.
I looked around, away from the meager findings to discover that every wall held a broken mirror. The cabin’s floor was covered in shattered glass that had been cutting my bare feet as I wandered about, yet I had never even noticed. All I could think of was what happened to this place. A combination of time and exposure to our society had created this total mess. If the cabin had once been great, I would have never known.
I left the building, and smiled to everyone who had brought me there.
“It’s a lovely place,” I lied to the world before me, “It’s full of great things! It has all the tools and knowledge I could ever need — it’s exactly what I expected!”
As we drove away, I swore to myself that I would never visit the cabin again.