Most people just talk about how
the human race is so great.
How we’re so advanced that previous generations
would hardly recognize the world we live in today.
Huge skyscrapers tower over sprawling cities
like glass giants ruling concrete kingdoms,
lit up with so many lights that we almost
begin to forget that darkness ever existed.
In seconds, one phone call can connect
people on opposite sides of the planet
and we make countless ones every day
without even a second thought.
We have machines that can do practically
everything from performing surgeries on
a near microscopic level to flying to the
the moon and back and we don’t bat an eye.
Hardly anyone chooses to talk about how
those artificial lights block out all the stars and
in those cities the smog is so thick that
it makes it hard for us to breathe.
Or that we can be in the same room and would rather
stare at our screens than have a meaningful conversation.
Moments and like that make us seem so infinitely small,
like single speck of dust in an ocean of rubble and debris.
Sure, we design and build all these great things but
what about everything we destroy in the process?