There could have been no other way we tell ourselves as we cook up

one last time

Everything happens for a reason we mumble and make our peace with death checking out, drifting further away from our moral compass.

We escape from connected humanity into solitary bliss, continuing our suicide pact with the one habit we can’t give up; the subjugation of our fellow man.

Manifest Destiny is sold not as genocide but a natural occurrence beyond our control let alone our questioning.

Great Britain describes waking up to an

accidental empire

a lot of people have trouble sleeping lately…can you return these things to walmart for me?

Don’t worry. I understand. You

had no choice

Admitting choice allows for possible alternatives. Yours is a noble path even. It’s a big company.