We build, we build, we build, scraping the sky, flattening the ground.
Freeways, airports, sidewalks, cities. We build, we build, tearing apart Mother Nature, reconfiguring her into bricks and boxes. We build, whipping her into submission.
We build, like nothing can stop us.
And then one day a freakin’ raccoon crawls into a power substation and reminds us of our place.
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At least his ass got fried in the process. – Keith Plocek