I saw them tonight in their daylight = our dreamlight, eating the loan, surviving by keeping us close and never out of site, yet in another dimension, here but there. Not now but then. Surviving us is a right of passage into the future. Hopefully we will never meet again, even as we consume the same fruit from the same tree.
Our loss is their loss. Our loss of direction. How can we, possessing of written memory, micro-technology and hyper-perspective, forget them so quickly?
"District 9"!!! Aliens being bullied by humans! Not a new story, really. It's what probably happens when you call your exterminator.
But we are caught in the spiral of time, us along with them in this twisted predetermined chaos, predictable yet unchangeable, watching them watch us eliminate them, eliminating ourselves.
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