slave planet

[helen99]

One of the things I liked about this planet was that there were places you could go where things were really different - you couldn't get TV, there was no daylight savings time, and nobody knew what McDonald's was. Laws saying that farmers couldn't save their seeds or collect rainwater didn't exist anywhere, and the mere concept would have caused jaws to drop everywhere.

Gradually, the world has become such that no matter where you go, the same aluminum cans litter everything, the same ugly ads appear everywhere, the same hideously mundane architecture enslaves the ground and sky, and the same gods are worshipped.

And recently, I've been waking up feeling like my heart is in a jail cell of iron bars, because I see bars crisscrossing the entire planet. I see the world being put into a jail cell, and being chained and enslaved by the quest to own, to leave one's mark, to make all "otherness" similar to one's self, traits that would be dealt with by natural means if the species were few in numbers, but which are lethal in large doses.

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[gleef.livejournal.com]

So it's a pilgrimage over dead men's bones, that's some imagery %-/

I still want a good sledgehammer