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When I look outside my window, I see a disease whose symptoms are roads and cars. Like giant viruses that were never alive and surround the city blocks… they actually own most of the space here… that once was alive, and now is … pavement.

The city blocks are surrounded by these viruses of enormous size, which utilize human cultures as their reproductive organs… and obliterate the environments the humans and their purported ‘intelligence’ emerge as expressions of.

The humans are reproducing »a schema that kills nearly everything it touches and is the explicit opposite of living creatures, histories, futures… and places.

Those city blocks are like beleaguered cells. Surrounded by these objects that actually look like demons, with faces as terrifying as they are monstrous… objects that kill nearly everything they touch in travel… and whose effects reach into the deepest wombs of life on Earth… to deliver… death and poison.

And how like cells those city blocks. Surrounded by roads, along which deadly viruses travel, inhabited by those they have thus commandeered.

Then there is the pavement for the humans, then the boxes in which they dwell… those strange, angular structures, formed of and filled with endless »rectangles… shapes never seen in nature. And strangely, »behind the boxes, as if protected from a deadly threat without… tiny little patches… of yet living nature.

Grasses. Or trees. Or plants. Sometimes a few birds. Whatever insects the humans have not yet decided to declare ‘a nuisance’.