I went and did recycling. The clouds are heavy with rain. I didn't see anybody smiling but then at 8.30 on a work day who is?
Somewhere nearby someone's using an electric strimmer. I can hear it. There are some birds singing. What the fuck do they know?
And what the fuck do I know.
And what the fuck does anyone know.
Knowledge doesn't seem to include access to facts anymore. Just a belief in... no. That's not right. It's a belief against.
Throw it away. Don't try and fix it.
And the seas are choked with plastic.
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