Matthew R Cote
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The Shrieker
The forest was lined with trees and shrubs humming with insects and filled with jagged rocks and crags, as I brushed through briars and thorns to clear a path, I made my way to a fairly high elevation to make a vantage of the New England summer horizon. I camped in the woods for many seasons to escape the pressing anxieties of the modern world, and in the 21st century the environment has become a place scarce of empathy and trust. Even today as I stroll through the empty woods, the life we once saw brimming the mountains of Southern New Hampshire was dull and listless. Birds lay dying on the ground for no reason apparent to me, and small burrowing animals make their meals of tiny bugs and insects. The large wildlife that once called this place home are no where to be seen, and even us humans that once hiked the forests are gone. The brimming electrical hum of machinery and logging equipment has gone silent, and the roaring combustion engines of cars have become hushed.
By Matthew R Cote3 years ago in Futurism