Another amazing piece from Isaac Marion!
I don't know where he keeps getting these ideas of amazingly peculiar narrators but wherever it is, he really should keep on going there.
Pixel, like his other works, makes you feel compassion toward things (or people) you never thought you could feel something for. It made me realize about sometimes, the littlest things (or people!) are those with the biggest hearts and are the greatest observers. Too bad they always feel like they're powerless or are forced to stay silent because of certain reasons.
The last line actually gave me chills. Not sure why but I take that as a good thing :)