With an unstaible desire, she decided to go out. Of course mask and gloves on, and until she found the googles she needed, sunshades would suffice.
The mission was strange. She would just walk among humanity to see what was going on. No, it wasnt too much Bukowski, maybe a dose of Marx, it was a herd of humanity, walking under her clouds, so much below blue skies.
She came upto a pile of house garbage. No, it wasnt really someone had decorated her house, it was more like someone had died, and someone cleaned the house: throwing all the curtains the passed once loved, the little armchair she chose to read her books on, a little sofa perhaps she shared with someone…
“Another number!” she thought. “Now markets will be emptier!”
A strange herd had arised. She grinned as one of the new herd arising ones.
Animal kill animal, animal let animal die. Ooo, all needed was another herd to clean the carcasess left behind.