Author and Artist
Modern life is the culmination of several thousand years of civilization striving toward the common goal of solving the problem of survival. But as time went on, the definition of survival kept changing and evolving. It began to slowly incorporate whispers of comfort, and chatter of convenience. Then came talk of progress and the plot was lost entirely; the original intent just a distant echo, the choking wilds were tamed.
This was only natural. It’s what we big-brained animals do, given enough time. At the expense of every other thing, we will be comfortable, we will have convenience, and we will find ways to convince ourselves that we are still fighting for our survival. And as every other thing is choked out around us, we wonder how it could’ve happened, and we shout loudly from one side or the other, but no one is more to blame than any other; it’s mine and yours, the hand at the throat.
And thus it will go, with a gasp and a cough.