Others might get sick, be hospitalized, or even die, but no one we know will really be affected by it.
Better to live alone than with this kind of emotional wreckage, I counseled myself.
If a group of people, maybe our entire planet, wanted to exit the wormhole, would their desire be enough to make it happen?
As I looked back, they sifted through the air, like ash, and resumed feeding.
Although the price is right, leafing through piles of trash looking for a gem isn’t exactly efficient.
