Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 26

So little separates us from oblivion. If the electricity fails, we're blind and cut off from the other cities around us. If we're traveling during winter and the car breaks down, we'll freeze to death. If the world heats up or cools down even a bit, edging toward the other planets in our own solar system, we're all extinct.

We are so fragile.

It makes no sense to eye each other like starving dogs, fighting over scraps. Even if we come out on top, what's really gained by hurting one another? All it means is that we have to struggle for all our lives, always watching our backs.

The cosmos is endless, cold, and uncaring. On the only world where we know there's life, for vast distances in all directions, we're huddled together in all that darkness, and it seems the best we can do is beat and kill each other.