"Howdy, neighbor. How’s it goin’?"
He grunted, coughed up a bit of phlegm, and stared at the horizon.
"You ever feel like the world’s just… unraveling?"
"Young’n, I been alive a hundred and eighty years. Seen droughts, floods, locusts, politicians. But I ain’t never seen a mess like this."
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He grunted, coughed up a bit of phlegm, and stared at the horizon.
"You ever feel like the world’s just… unraveling?"
"Young’n, I been alive a hundred and eighty years. Seen droughts, floods, locusts, politicians. But I ain’t never seen a mess like this."
(2/9)
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He blinked. "Ain’t that just the way? You spend years buildin’ a fence, and some genius says, ‘Let’s take it down, see what happens.’"
(3/9)
"I think they’re saying this is just how progress works. Gotta shake things up. Break the system."
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(5/9)
"You ever see a simple farm? No. Farms are complicated. You need rain at the right time, pests to stay where they belong, the cows to not eat the grain, the dog to not eat the cows, and your nephew Todd to not eat the dog. Simple ain’t real."
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"They’re mistaking the sound of a falling tree for the sound of progress."
"But they keep saying this is what regular folks want."
He scoffed. "Ain’t no regular folk I know askin’ to get their pockets picked while their house burns down."
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"So what do we do?"
"We do what we always do. We survive. We work. We keep the land from turning to dust. And when the folks who tore it all down come wanderin’ back…"
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