Only owls and jackals remain where everything has been destroyed
Led by the bloated, puffed-up cretinous clown, horny bonobos, in the guise of patriotic christians, ignore good science and fuck (up) everything they touch—
Industry and extraction wrestling wealth from traumatized earth in the name of progress.
The house is afire!
Cities around the world are becoming homes for money. Money, crushing everything, erasing neighborhoods and cultures.
Neighborhoods, decimated by rolling tides. Songs, myths, tribal memories, social mores eradicated. Cultures subdued by amnesiac greed.
Neighborhoods existing only as grotesque imitations of themselves, converted to places where only owls and jackals remain.
Ghostly neighborhoods of air-bnbs, homes for money, where human beings, hearts withered like grass, sometimes sleep like owls among the ruins.
Desert Dweller 