hustle and bustle

An unnatural oasis, life teeming in the desert, out of place and unstable.  The constant growth underpinned by a constant decline of resources desiccates the roots of civilization as if it were sucking marrow from a bone.  Steel fish swim river highways, and like every creation except the root parasite, inedible, with no place in the ecosystem except as scrap.  And this realization comes with the thought that there is no way to stop this engine.  The machine will perpetuate until is has used up every possible fuel, and the dried up paradise will remain a testament graveyard to the folly of man.