What does it mean to be anti-civilization? It means climbing to my rooftop at 3AM and contemplating the masses sleeping below, thinking that one night this whole cityscape will be dark. It means peering out into the night sky, reflecting on the streetlights illuminating the fog, and knowing that I, or those to come, will someday climb forgotten fire escapes to look upon the world we built and destroyed, the dark city resting at our feet. We will survey abandoned parking lots and malls, observe the vines climbing concrete towers and antenna spires, and think to ourselves, “look what we’ve done.” Those walls will crumble soon enough, my friend, and the cars will rot into amorphous relics, as will the ruins we shall mount in triumph. I think all of this, watching the car drones pass into the night, and wonder why. I wonder why we thought ourselves immortal, why we caused so much destruction, and most of all, I wonder why we’re here. Primal war calls to my soul, and I want to lash out against my oppressors and their gods. I want to run off into the night, never to return to this fantasy land, because I have seen past their lies and deception. I am alive!
