A Thrashing of the Earth

We’re a thrashing of the earth. We’re a spasmism of the world. We’re a flinching of existence – the whole of existence.

Some twitch. Some fit.

We’re an accident. We weren’t supposed to happen.

We’re the world’s bastards. Nature’s illegitimate offspring. Never mind that we had actual parents, or anything. We shouldn’t have been …

But here we are. We shouldn’t have been born – but we were born. We sprang into life.

Amazing, that we’re allowed to wander about, just living. Astonishing, that we’re allowed to desecrate life. That we still exist.

Here we are. Quite brazenly existing. Taking up space. Breathing the air. Surely we’re not entitled to breathe the air. But here we are, breathing the air. Poisoning all things by our being here. Spreading our disease. Our contagion.