Humans are more animals than humans

It was sunny. Not that tender sun that touches your skin and makes you smile and feel happy. It was a chilly sun, a type of sun that is warning humanity. Of course, we ignored it. We are humans.

I walked to the centre of the city. London was still wonderful. I could listen the different languages, the amount of people (I was used to this, but I felt overwhelmed on this visit), the happiness within them. It was the same London I had gone to 20 sunsets ago, except, I could feel something. I could feel from my soul something was not right. I kept walking as the centre usually gives you the whole image of how life is going.

People were ill. I could see and smell it from their windows. I am sure they had food and water, no doubt about that. It was still pretty early in history. I wanted to help them. I felt a frustration that was flowing all over my body.

I told them to come down, and as soon as they did and saw the café and the different stores, they could breathe again. I could hear their hearts having a stable pump. During the hours people stayed home, they lost a lot of energy. They had to go out a minimum amount of times to conserve themselves.

It was going faster than expected. Consuming was becoming a need to live. Even I felt better when I saw all those places. It was in the air, it made part of the city environment. That was the moment when I realised we were more animals than humans; we were supposed to be the most powerful species on Earth, but could we really be if we had a human-made necessity which we were dependent on?We were animals. We are animals. And we may be a marvellous kind, but the truth has come: capitalism enslaved humanity and there seems to be no way out.