I wish it was a world of just horses, no people, no oil-plume spewing factories and artificial intelligence, chewing gum mosaics on the sidewalk, faces and crude remarks, stalking butlers, lemony water and littered trash on every mountain peak, mindless barbarians and red savages sodomizing one another in a glut of raw, meaty sewage, an epidemic of the now, let alone the future, a squadron of rat-tailed maggots swimming in brine barrels of floating, severed cat heads in China, a decomposing cow by the roadside and how stalks of razor grass grow through the rusted metal skeleton of an abandoned truck, a little orange fox with a puffy white-tipped tail and a ghostly longing to no longer be here, to be where she belongs, a place far away and a place where she can be invisible.