Clouds are gone,
half of Ursa Major appears,
and the lamp bulb's reflection infects the view.
I did not read the news today
as they would make me sad;
I hate how they try to pretend
we are vulnerable
and a little bit imperfect,
which is a part of the subterfuge
we use to avoid changes,
and self-examination.
Those would be venial.
But that greediness
and lying, which is
the essence of most civilizations
is not forgivable.
They do not care.
All things that they say on climate talks
are ridiculous lying.
But they do not care just
keep repeating their propaganda and marketing.
They try to be a messiah in social media.
They need more of anything.
I Do not care anymore.
Leave me alone.
I have no social media.
I do not want to touch you.
If those people are Humans,
I am a snail or an ant
above the kitchen table where I sit.
They love money and feel happy
if they have any level of power.
Their real Gods are
Money, oil, data, and media.
Data, oil, money, show.
Show, money, power, data, data, data, money, power.
This is the accurate content of our religious texts, too.
Does it sound nasty or disrespectful?
It is not.
The real disrespectful thing is our behaviour,
how we kill this planet's biosphere,
and how our civilization destroys nature
which is our only treasure.
This will destroy us too.
We are a suicide civilization like Ship of Fools.
I am an alien.
I am watching my blue dotted mug,
drinking a coffee, and being very silent.
Those idiots outside enjoy their power,
and all those things that
they do are not average politics anymore.
The age of consistent
and known political systems has ended.
This is something else.
I don't know what it should be called.
It might be a Suicide-Capitalism?
There should be snowing today.
That would be nice.
Snowflakes like my tears.
And, You.
Seemingly powerful
leaders and non-leaders of humans,
You should be much more thoughtful
and better, but you won't be,
I am afraid.
Welcome!
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Friday, 20 January 2023
I am an invisible snail
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