Man’s vanity is killer, truly. Walks into nature like a convenience store, grabs a bunch of animals and trees, a few liters of ocean, until the shelves are empty. Then he knocks over some stuff on his way out. Nature tries to clean up the mess and refill the shelves overnight, but she can’t keep up. Man doesn’t care. He’s back upstairs, lounging around his loft.

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