As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more and more aware of my smallness. I look around and I’m surrounded by beasts.

After the moon splits in half over the flaming cities of earth, the big ones will eat the little ones. Or kill them for sport probably. One day, I think, some hulking, drooling ogre is going to rip my spine from my body and laugh like hell about it. And I guess I’ll just be small and dead.