The world was sick of drilling, the world was sick of waste, the world was sick of violence, and the world was sick of grace. On one fracking morning, the world flipped upside down, and all I saw as I clung to a pole, was hundreds of sheep tumbling into the clouds. People followed the sheep, but they didn’t look all that different, I had to squint to really see.
A heap of trash plunged from the earth, but again I had to squint, to see the difference between the trash and me.
The world detoxed that day, and now we’re all dead in space.