Stupid Coalescing Becomers.
“If it were up to you, asses would eat their own shit, crash-landings would spit planes back up into the sky, and parents would fuck their children back into the womb.”
A possibly unseen narrator lashes out at the “little opposite rebellions” he sees everywhere, secret pieces of the universe that obstinately refuse to follow time’s forward flow. A moral diatribe in favour of cause and effect.