copyright Roger Bultot
Free to Park, Free to Die
“No parking? What does that even mean? It’s space, your Honor. Space. You can’t own or regulate that. You can’t own anything. Matter was free out in outer space for billions of years and suddenly we put a fence around it? Mine! Don’t touch! Bullshit.
“Of course I entered the yard. I took the vegetables—I made the fire. I’m free, you know. That’s my right. I’m sorry it spread but they didn’t own that house. It’s part of the universe.
“I’m sorry they died. Really. I’m not a monster. But they were free too. They were free to die.”
The Green-Walled Tower 