World population

Midnight. No reason to stay awake. Except for the sad thoughts that haunts me. And then again, why should I bother. It all got out of hand and nobody is going to stop it. This old world slowly comes to an end in order to make room for a new one. It happened before and it will happen again.

There's no escape.

I wonder what will happen to my love ones. To the people I know, to the society we live in...To all the things I've always taken for granted.

I'm not depressed though it looks different. Just a little sad. And what's wrong with that?

The funny thing is that when I wake up and go to work all seems normal. But the reaper is preparing himself to trow his cloak over you and me. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon. If you listen you can hear the rustle in the streets. He's slowly moving. Not in a hurry at all.

Every day an amount of almost 300.000 more people hold on to this tiny blue planet. Right now we have 6,768,375,479 of those buggers given one or two more. Just see the clock.

So there will be meat enough.

Who am I to say that they are not welcome. Like the saying says: If there is room on the table for five there's room for six (?) Anyway, it's a huge table and unfortunately it seems there's no room.