2 thoughts on “New World

  1. I see a powerful rocket blasting its way into space to search for a new home. The creatures waiting behind are living on a dying planet. They are hopeful for a new life on a healthy planet. It is too late to rescue their own planet. The blues are supportive and hopeful. The golds are fearful and hopeful. The dark blue/blacks/browns have turned their backs on the effort. They refuse to acknowledge a problem. As they surround the small patch of yellow, they cling to the last of the resources, assuming they will never disappear.

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