Sitting here in the outskirts of the Boneyard lets me contemplate the wastes before me.
Why would I describe it? It's right there, all around, for us to look at it if we wanna. And anyway, I don't think I got words to talk about it. People from before the War cared so much about making bombs, they forgot to make up new words to talk about the world those bombs would create. Or maybe they did, but didn't care about protecting them, about saving them from destruction and oblivion.
There is nothing I can do alone to change all this though. I can only think about it and get mad, but nothing more. I could punch someone in the nose for not caring, but that wouldn't make sense, it would only make me feel better. I still need to do something anyway.
I grab my knife and come near a ruined wall, behind it, the wastes can be seen. I carve a message on the wall: "Just watch it die". People will probably read it and understand something has to be done.
I start walking down a street towards the fallen buildings, stepping on the dry vegetation growing on the broken concrete.
Then I notice a graffitti on a wall: "
Like I give a fuck".
