Car Destroyer

            I can’t tell you why I do it, not to cause suffering for I by no means tolerate evil, and I have cleansed my trail of destruction long ago. It is a struggle against civilization for a simpler time, the thriving organism that senselessly consumes, turning our neighbour’s dream to a heaping wreck.

            One man’s trash is certainly another man’s treasure and we are living with a distribution problem, a growth on our neck. Veins of ceaseless dumpsters flow like plates through my mind, killing all hope of serenity. It is no wonder I no longer associate with those who drive vehicles.

            My father was a postal carrier, driving from neighbourhood to another, walking from house to house. He died in a car accident on his day off: Christmas Day, bringing packages to our home from our grandmother’s house. He always complained that he didn’t think the holiday should mean personally a vacation.

            I ‘ve wasted a lot of time doing what I thought was right at the expense of what I know is right. They taught me to be somebody and at face value it is now my duty and responsibility to question and rebel, for the sake of universal continuity.

            I know mother earth has not and will not provide the means for machines forever. We need machines because we want it otherwise, easier, faster, more efficient and then more comfortable. We better our world and discount our own involvement and power, disregard the ripple effect we might have over each other’s lives. Now it is time to put an end to our misplaced toils, so our paradise may green over once again, so animals may roam free without fear and in a far brighter future. The answer to the question is the byproduct of the whole problem, and the solution will remain.