Thinking of how much I’m like a tree and am too savage and too full of imperfections for this age of AI and plastics and synthetic chocolate and gymn addicts and false appearances and genome edition and billionaires who keep everyone happy-enslaved and distracted by overconsumption and violence and greed and football and creeds, just like all dictators with their playbook did.
Feeding billionaires instead of everyone who needs and should have dignified human conditions to live as it is their basic right.
This neverending circle of unconsciousness and irrationality of a species that brags of being the greatest because it can’t look itself on the mirror and admit the horrors they’ve contributed to.
No one takes the good and proven examples of betterment for everything. We’re so messed up.
(txt I've put on trees video with leaves shaking in the wind, with the song Le voyage de Penélope by Air)
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