Sunrise

As I opened my eyes, I saw another blasted sunrise, and I had to ask myself if I truly cared about seeing another.

The world was a trashfire at the best of times, and this was very much not the best of times. And then all my personal losses had come, one after each other, until I had nothing left, practically.

And so, here I was, contemplating... things, as I stared into the sun that had been around for billions of years, and would be around for billions more.

The bastard.

Spite isn't a traditional driver, but works for me.