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Today I killed a raccoon with my car. At least I think I did. It hobbled off. I've never killed anything with my car.
It really frustrates me that I did that. This poor raccoon's ancestors have been living in Kentucky in what is known as "Middletown" forever, probably. Sometime 200 years ago, somebody decided to build a road between Louisville and Shelbyville. Seventy or eighty years ago somebody paved it and started driving cars on it. Today the car claimed another raccoon. I don't understand why this is okay in the name of progress.
When I was a kid, I looked at the road. I looked at the road in front of the car and the road behind the car and I thought that it probably went on forever. It awed me. It still awes me, but in a bad way. Why is this progress?
It really frustrates me that I did that. This poor raccoon's ancestors have been living in Kentucky in what is known as "Middletown" forever, probably. Sometime 200 years ago, somebody decided to build a road between Louisville and Shelbyville. Seventy or eighty years ago somebody paved it and started driving cars on it. Today the car claimed another raccoon. I don't understand why this is okay in the name of progress.
When I was a kid, I looked at the road. I looked at the road in front of the car and the road behind the car and I thought that it probably went on forever. It awed me. It still awes me, but in a bad way. Why is this progress?