The Boy

A boy is playing with his toys, completely unaware that he's such a great example of how every human being inherently wants to control their world. Creating order, the way he sees it, not a single second is spent on the toy lives impacted by his disruptive, ever-changing moods. The toys go where he places them. Toys know no democracy. They don't have a say in anything; they do as they're told. He cries when his parents come to get him; it's time for school. The room is quickly tidied, the toys go back in the box en masse, no longer needed by the boy, no longer wanted by the parents, and the toys no longer know they exist, or about the countless lives they have lived.