Everything becomes mulch in the end. It’s all heading to the mulch-death of the universe. Everything heading mulchwards. These ruins are just the beginning.
Yeah, but everything began with mulch, too. This is just a resurgence. Mulch is the stuff from which everything comes. That God ordered in the Creation.
This is deep mulch. It’s doing to take over the world. It’s spreading, like some giant yeast infection. Like a bad case of athlete’s foot. It looks like it should itch.
Is this mulch alive? is it conscious? Is it self aware? I hope not. It would just be disgusted.
We’re essentially mulch heads. Having mulch thoughts in the dark.
Work in Progress 