We've been sitting in garbage. Trash piled up to our knees. We've done this delicately. Each piece gently placed in it's right position. We thought we were winning, conquering this world, one idea at a time. But, lately things have been changing. There's been a shift in ideas. A colony we once claimed as ours is coming back to fight. Giants, 1000 meters tall, armed with guns. Spies come from every corner, switching back and forth, with a whipping push. Soldiers climb from under ground, and trip up your feet. The great navy come at you, drowning your homes. We won't win this war. Not this time. Our flags will be lifted, and everything we created will be vanished. Nature wins this war. Nature wins all.
-September 28th, 2008.