He is advancing quietly. Carefully, he clicks the safety on his rifle off and lines up his shot.
He’s got her.
He hears a rustle in the brush beside him. He turns his head.
She grins at him, her face inches away from his.
He swallows, fearful but resigned;
She launches at him.
The climate is fucked. Capitalism fucked it. Now we’re staring at our own extinction. How the hell do we start to feel okay about our oncoming destruction? Did the dinosaurs feel like this? What do we do now?!
An exploration into anti-capitalist action in a deeply capitalist society.
...through the eyes of the T-Rex in Jurassic Park.
Life finds a way