The night they know is bright as day

There’s children growing up that believe the stars sound like crickets chirping, for their only exposure to these sources of wonder are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves and soundtracks overlaying simulations. The night they know is bright as day, lit by “satellite internet constellations” or fogged out by the price of progress. They don’t understand what it is to stare upwards and be humbled in awe. That’s what’s wrong with men today; they never look up, never gaze around. They only march forward on a path marked with dollars instead of footprints and fail to take heed of the wails around them. But at least one day, when we’ve siphoned the earth dry to fuel “achievements” (greed), when the cities are burning from the debts of desire, the children will look up at the stars that aren’t stars and hear real crickets chirping and they won’t be afraid of the end.