happy things

A billion suns rose and set, a billion reptiles shat, a billion trees fought to the top. And then there was...

Delicious black oil. Coal. Things that burn to make machines turn.

Well, the keg is almost tapped and there are still people showing up. Look, they're not going to stop until it's gone. They're not about to restrain themselves. They're humans.

Have you seen what the humans do with power? I'd like them to have less of it. The fast-approaching end of the easy energy age is cause for celebration.

And so, a happy song.