𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱.
𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.
𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
The moment was done. It was already a quaint snapshot, ready to be discarded for more useful memory, stronger regrets.
Love that my cup of caffeine is cheering me on as I start this #chunkster
Not the best written book I've ever read, but engaging nonetheless especially toward the end of the book. Genre of sci-fi with time travel.
…this is the history of our species, and the best we can do is win the tiny battles and hope for some sea change. The more I see, the more difficult it is to disagree with them. But a part of me still revolts against the notion that this is our basic nature; that we are, in essence, self-serving creatures. That love is an explainable construct and souls are a pretty feint to distract ourselves from our own cruel emptiness.
Sustainability is great in theory, where there are no humans involved.