Shoutout to my boy Luca who screams at megastructures with me, marveling at their mass and praying that we could be so lucky to die an agonizing death by being crushed under the creations of man, objects made because of humanity’s centuries of care and concern for each other grown to grotesque size, crushing out the natural world, but only out of love, only out of care.

We build electrical towers because someone wants to keep you and your loved ones warm, we build the freeways because someone wants you to be able to visit your friends, we carved great holes into mountains, build great buildings, scar the earth, all out of love for you and people like you. These giants of stone and rebar exist because of love and care, a love that spits on the earth we live on and it is blinding in its f*cking glory.

I yearn to be crushed, to die as my car flies off the 1-25 overpass, slamming into a support column, whimpering softly as my lungs are too hurt to do anything but that, my ribs broken and tearing my flesh, as the great mass of concrete created because someone loved me, and the idea of me, collapses onto the wreckage of my vehicle, killing me horribly.

We found our god in the cement, and we cannot put him back.