The Jar

I can see a glass jar with the label "FAILURE" on it. Inside this jar, there is what seems like a tiny storm, and a tiny ocean raging with anger. Anger like that of a man who just lost everything in front of his eyes. After closer inspection I see the lid has never been opened, and shakes unsteadily. At the bottom, a little crack on the glass warns me that the jar won't hold out much longer. It will break... soon...


I look at the other side of the room, on a chair, sits a man that seems familiar, but his gaze is fixed on the jar. My eyes return inexplicably to the jar, and now the shaking is stronger. Is the storm because of this man? Who is he? What's his name? His face is even more familiar, but I still can't figure out why. He wears Grey and Orange, and now I can even hear the storm inside the jar. The man looks disappointed.


Drops of water from a leak now add to the, already forming, puddle in the table. The faint smell of salt water fills the room and there is a slight curving on the man's lips, which I interpret as a feint smile. The word on the jar shines bright red, as if, trying to tame the bellowing inside. Just as the jar is about to break free, two more men hold it closed, and place a new tag. This one says "ALONE". I know them.