I swear i did promise myself that i would always know how to look back because i believe a crater is less doomed than a blackhole. Yet i seem to hate every single inhabitant of this home-crater; i despise their small souls and their deshumanised walk. They used to be equally poor but now they have become different types of crows. Even skin has changed; birds do need thick scalds to survive as they don't necesarlly live.
So now i am wondering wether it would be better to still watch over them or to let them be swallowed by a red sea of misunderstood equalities.