We smashed through plates of glass on our way back down from China. We swam through oceans of plastic bags only to reach the oily surface of the Pacific's deep heart of blue. We flew through red clouds of smoke, feeling higher with each breath we took; to only find our coastlines and insides filled with factory stacks of mobile empires, run by thieves and crooks.
We thought we thought the craziest thought.
We should have known better than to blame our neighbor.