The story of the world is not about people. It’s  about a planet that wanted die, but couldn’t for a very long time. Instead it ate garbage  and cried, heavily and for many days at a time.  The story of the world is not about people. It is about a life destroyed to be in service, despite  its limits, constant pain and no one to trust.  Hidden beneath the soil and flowers, overlooked  in the passing hours, a life that once was loved has been demolished…by people…by us.