Day 2,853 —Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow— with my PICTURE a FUNERAL HOME #637

I ran through the ice and snow, passed through fog of chocolate fumes that permeate the area. I ended up over by houses newly developed in the construction zone by the cemetery off of Mackenzie. All I could think about was all the trees that used to be there. I liked it better before, but is that not so perfectly human? Always destroying nature to put in more of the same.