It's 3:23 am and I had a slow day once again. I was awoken earlier than usual to go work on a house that is being built. The family will be moving in a month so we had to make sure to finish the preparations. Today we placed the hood above the stove. It was decently heavy not due to its weight for it weighed around 60 pounds or 27ish kilograms. It was heavy because we had to hold it up for quite a long time while the others screwed it in. After that I didn't have anything to do so I waited in the car. The temperature was lower than previous days but the sun made the inside unbearable. So I opened the door and waited with the cool breeze fighting the warmth. I watched as the heat waves bent the light and cast faint moving shadows on the door. There was a large tree in front of the house. I don't know what kind or how old it was but I'll ask one of the others about it later. 

I have stood tall for many years. I was here before any of you new people. You don't understand me nor do you understand my kind. We were here before you came and killed the animals. We were here before you cleared our land for your use. You claim our land as yours. When you pass me you look at me with disgust and fear. Let me tell you this never have there been a more destructive force than you. You take until we have no more.  We see your actions and we know that you will someday doom yourselves. For now you may pass by me with your looks and glances. You will all end up like the one hung on me. 

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I waited until they finished and went home. I didn't do much but I did enough to eat so was happy. Now I lay here without an empty stomach. My mind does not cease activity so I'm here in this dark room writing about my boring life and meaningless observations. I sit up and look out the window and hear cars. They speed through the night and behind them I hear police sirens. Dogs talking to one another through howls and barks. I wonder do they say 'I'm here' all night or do they have more complex conversations than we might think? My back leans against the painted Sheetrock. It's cool against my heat. I hear the a/c system turning on and the air beginning to circulate around the room. I have the fan turned off tonight as the temperature outside is lower than before. I read back some of my words and I see that I'm nearly spouting pointless words that have little meaning to whoever may read them. I wonder if anyone will bother with them or will they sit as unread data spread across multiple servers. Bytes of data among an ever increasing more worthy selection of information. They will be lost in the turbulent winds that are our Information Age. Lost until we no longer exist then it will be among all our forgotten books and tools. After which they will breakdown and disappear as we went gently into that good night.