A lamp was glimmering in a corner of the room. Four figures sat still, transfixed, barely blinking, barely breathing.

There were piles of junk strewn along the floor, a dog lying amongst the mess. She looked intelligently around the room, wondering what had happened to her owners, a lead hanging from her mouth.

One of the figures, eyes unmoving, reaches towards a wooden table to pick up a cigarette. Soon smoke is wafting it’s way around the room, slowly clogging the lungs of the other participants, who themselves were slowly choking on plates of fat that was dribbling down their shirts.

They hardly moved. The only constant movement was that of a fish swaying to and fro in a tank sat alongside the lamp, giving the water an eerie glow, murky where the water had long been neglected to be cleaned.

And still they sat, unblinking. All the beauty in the world and they would rather sit, avoiding natural light, never setting foot outside the room, watching a screen for their whole lives.