Enter Spring.... when the famous ape's idea of "beauty" is butchering and massacring Life every few days.
It's still early Spring, the grass has barely even begun to grow. But it needs to be butchered already, for some reason I do not comprehend and do not care to. The park here was full of spring wildflowers.... only the day before I went to make a few pictures, just to caress my soul. The day after half of these little first joys of spring were gone. Because I guess an artifcial-looking carpet of slaughtered grass screaming in pain in their quiet scenty language is so much more "beautiful" to the famous ape. Then I look at the other half of the park, the remaining beautiful flowers.... and my life is just sucked out of me. All I can think of is "will you even be here tomorrow?" All of that at the cost of stupid amounts of gasolene, because you can't even be bothered to do your dirty atrocities by hand.
You do not realize it, but you are a monster, my good sir with the lawn mower. Do you hate it, this chore of yours? GOOD. I am glad you do. And yet, they hate it so much more. These beings you are trampling on - and yes, they are beings - they are not devoid of feeling and mind. They are, in fact, a hundred times more sensitive to the world than you are. If you could just for a moment feel what you are doing to them.... You are a monster, but this is just an insult to proper monsters. In a way.... I can. And I am going insane.
So yeah.... I wanted to say Happy Ostara the other day. I kinda held myself back....
I.... would have loved Spring so so so much. In this grey world of suffering, Spring could be such a pristine moment of joy, of hope.... even in this grey world. But no. It is a nightmare, a horror film of slaughtering everyone in sight, over and over again, for no other reason than just because you can. I cannot find it in me to hate Spring, but I came to dread it. Things I cannot bear to hear keep ringing in my ears.
(Note: The typos were in the original)