Disclaimer: This was heavily inspired by "Brief Lives" and has a guest appearance made by Destruction.
Having said that, I don't own The Sandman series of graphic novels. This was written for entertainment purposes only; I am making NO MONEY off of it. Please don't sue.

Sdrawkcab

He's still there.

I peek out the window.

Is he still out there?

I begin to feel uncomfortable.

I reach my home, reflecting upon what he had told me.

He merely smiles at me and says, "Sometimes things do change."

Share the blame, I suppose.

Now it's nobody's fault, really.

What happens now is not his fault.

This king left his kingdom forever.

I've never seen him before, and yet I recognize him.

There's a large sword strapped to his back.

I'd say it's Scandanavian, and at least a few hundred years old.

He's at least a head taller than me, and his muscles bulge beneath archaic armor.

As I walk home, I meet a large, red-haired man.

I'm going home.

I don't know.

And if I did it because it felt good, does that make me any better than those I chastize?

Perhaps it will make things worse?

But deep down, I know it will change nothing.

It felt good to have written it.

I look at what I've written.

I'm not sure.

But when did we stop caring?

No one cares about anyone else now.

Perhaps that's the problem.

To condemn the masses, all so that you may enjoy yourself just seems...monstrous.

How could you DO such a thing?

And many SAW what would happen if we did not stop, but they did nothing to prevent this.

Horrible mistakes.

Mistakes were made.

Bad choices, made by many, many people, all determined to have a good time today.

That's why we as a country are screwed-over financially.

Perpetually focused on living in the Now, deciding to worry about the future when it gets here.

We have become a people bent on instant-gratification.

Of course, the way we carry on, there may very well be NO long-term.

We keep working on making short-term solutions while ignoring the long-term ideal.

Because let's face the facts: that's what we're doing.

It's just the idea that we would gladly shoot ourselves in the foot.

This seems, I don't know, counter-intuitive to me.

We do things...it's just that the things we do are either ineffective, or they just make the problem worse than it was before.

Well, that's not entirely true.

Things just keep getting worse, and no one does a darned thing about it.

Lately, things have just seemed...backwards.

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