A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
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By Leland Thorpe |
Dear Mr. Ray Bradbury, Thank you so much for working magic in your novels. My apologies for shamelessly defacing your wonderful worlds. Sincerely, Leland Thorpe |
I love my job as a fireman. We get to witness the raw destructive power of burning things. There's nothing like a hard day spent destroying books in the flames. |
We're paid to erase history, to help people forget the pains of real life. Movies are better. Fast cars are better. Now I'm out here doing the same. |
These trees have born witness to countless days. Squeeze the trigger a little harder, there goes a thousand years of rings. Breathe in, there's the wood dust that ancient man once leaned against to help him in the hunt. |
The pyramids. The cathedrals. The temples, tombs, castles, and monuments. The trees, words, and records. All have born witness to a time before our civilization, and must be destroyed before someone notices that daily life is a sham. I love my job as a fireman. |
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