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Civilization dies as it all finally collapses as we can breathe a collective sigh of relief; the first clean air to ever touch our lungs. no more jobs, no more alarm clocks, no more feeding people to the economy like coal to the furnace, steam engines lurching forward; for what nobody knows. progress is a fairy tale and the boogey man we choke on soot and drown in our own tears while feeding each other to the fire, they sit on the upper deck relaxing and sipping glasses full of our sweat. they extract it from us like juice from an orange. when it falls there won’t be any dancing naked by the fire. no neo-pagan celebration. no grandiose, romantic, mythic, nor magical tellings… just a great big sigh of relief as life finally goes back to normal; fresh air, clean water, rain and thunder; the hunt and being hunted, the near miss of a meteor It is inevitable