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We ruin our planet Earth. We destroy the forests; planting new trees won’t help. We kill fellow animals; reservations are ridiculous.

We invade other planets, thinking we will start all over there when we lack the space, when we chop the last tree down, when we can’t breathe, when the abundance won’t let us feel, when boredom takes over.

We create quests to avoid solving our problems. We build machines because of our sloth, yet lack of work, dreams and effort make us depressed. We are modern slaves, nothing is new, our souls are sold for progress, once again to attain somebody else’s dreams.

What will the future of ours be?
I see it as a dystopy
One that has already started
What is here to strive for now?


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