CHANGE

I walk through the same streets, unable to run thanks to the perpetual flow of bikes and cars, I get phased as seeds of concrete and metal sprout in empty plots, converting what was once a haven to a hellish urban jungle of concrete, dust and malice. I stare into the distance, trying to search for the mountains I used to see when I was a child, but end up sad discovering they are being blown to kingdom come. I try to look for lakes but end up discovering land, kabja core.

I find myself wishing for an earthquake, purging the plots of their wild overgrowth, clearing the streets of their endless traffic. I wish for the lake to swallow the land, as it claims what was and will be its. I wish for a halt to human progress, a halt to the ever growing population, a halt to the destruction of resources that aren’t even ours to call. But alas this page is nothing but a scream in a void, an echo in an internet populated by minds that lack sentience. It still baffles me, as we try to replace life, by killing life. Slowly but surely.