You Weren’t Built For Dystopia.
Humans Weren’t Made to Suffer, Be Selfish, and Die.
When I was small, the empty lot down the street grew a jungle of weeds that filled with fireflies every summer. I’d scamper past the decripit houses in a long-past decripit neighborhood with my siblings to watch them glow and twinkle on and off. I don’t remember us catching them in a jar a la one of the quintessential…