Sacculina

by Philip Fracassi

Life was a merciless thief with a black heart, and you hoped it passed you by when scouting for its next victim.

They all tried so hard to live and to feel, desperate to understand the why of it all, time and time again, but they simply lived and died by the billions, and never, not once, did they feel truly alive, were no closer to answering the biggest questions, the ones that mattered. The imagination organ let humanity see God in their minds but still, somehow, the point was missed, leaving a planet full of idiots.