Well, I didn’t get eaten.

Part of me got thrown away… I think.

I don’t even know what I am. It looks like I’m just a pile of garbage.

This must mean that I haven’t reached true paradise. Obviously.

That means I’m part of another cycle. This stinks. Everything stinks. Why can’t it just end?

What even comes after this? If I’m passing on from one thing to the other through being eaten, what’s going to eat straight trash?

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My intelligence is thinking of something.

How would I know that being eaten by humans would lead to paradise? How long would it take for me to eventually be eaten by a human?

Humans don’t eat trash, I think.

But they should.

But that would be cannabilism.

But they deserve to be villainized.

Hmm.

Who am I say to say such things? I can’t do anything. I’m an animal.

Well, used to be an animal.

Well, or was never an animal.

Who knows? I can’t ask anyone. I can’t verify anything. I can’t do anything.

I’m not okay.

Are all animals meant to do is just sit there and die?

We can’t do anything against humans.

Escapism is useless.

Life sucks.