1593.

Then, who wouldn't get
tired of constant maiming
by their own children?

1592.

Or perhaps just a
planet tired of its weight
and needing to shrug.

1591.

Moving viruses
dressed up like so much people.
Deceptive humans.

1590.

Inexorable
process of birth followed by
elimination.

1589.

Incidental parts
of the bigger plan that just
continues moving.

1588.

Only the flashes
of life blinking in and out
of existence here.

1587.

A world in which so
very little changes from
one day to the next.