The paper made its way through varied amounts of savage hands. The hands tore through it and sliced its corners and ripped right to its core. They lathered a sticky substance all over its back and tied it down onto other pieces of its kind, performing a strange chant of sorts throughout the tortuous ritual.
The paper presented itself idly. It did not want to go through any more of this. It had been through more torment prior to this ritual, wherein it went through a rather touchy felt technological ordeal, whirling around through a plastic and metallic enclosure that buzzed and whirred as it sent the paper through it's many twists and turns, rolling it through its mechanical depths, stamping it with conforming ink and sending it flying out into an open enclosure where it awaited the human initiating this process. The human then continued to pick it and its duplicates up and dispersed the entire lot to the savages, for their strange ritual.
"I just killed all the trees in the forest," my art teacher said before she handed out the fourth pile of worksheets to her students. I stared at the piles in horror, envisaging forests being torn down for these people, most of which care not for its availability nor its origins, nor the task that has been printed all over it and projected out into the room. The information enters the students' ears and leaves almost as fast as it entered.
I think that as of late, people have not been mindful about our surroundings. We have to be aware that every action has a counteraction, that every decision makes an impact. We need to aware that our future generations might consider trees a thing of the past. That has happened before, but with animals. The fact that there are extinct animals and endangered ones alone should show us that we have not been considering anything but ourselves.
And thus the paper was murdered. The hands tore through it and sliced its corners and ripped right into its core. The savages laughed and carried on and the paper soon will love on no longer.
I think that as of late, people have not been mindful about our surroundings. We have to be aware that every action has a counteraction, that every decision makes an impact. We need to aware that our future generations might consider trees a thing of the past. That has happened before, but with animals. The fact that there are extinct animals and endangered ones alone should show us that we have not been considering anything but ourselves.
And thus the paper was murdered. The hands tore through it and sliced its corners and ripped right into its core. The savages laughed and carried on and the paper soon will love on no longer.
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