AlexClucksforlosers

What I had no way of knowing, what I couldn’t even begin to imagine, was that far below me, in the vast emptiness of the floor, a tiny speck of a person was struggling—desperately trying to climb the sleek surface of my white Nike Air Force, his minuscule figure a mere dot against the immense scale of my shoe. He moved with determination, his tiny hands reaching for anything that might offer some hope of ascent, but the sheer height of the sneaker, the impossibility of it all, made his struggle seem futile from the very start. I sat on the couch, completely unaware, my focus locked on the TV screen in front of me. My friends’ voices buzzed in my headset, laughter and banter mixing with the sound of my controller clicking rhythmically in my hands as we played together, lost in the virtual world. The world felt so big around me, yet so small—just me and my friends in our own bubble, enjoying a game, oblivious to anything outside our conversations. Meanwhile, down on the floor, the tiny