Humanity is damned. This is what I think and feel when I look at turnpikes intersecting above my head and tunnels running below. The nine circles of Dante’s inferno are here. Like the sinners in the poem, men are condemned to wander endlessly, with no destination, blown back and forth by the terrible winds of a violent storm, without rest.

Out of control humans pollute and destroy the planet. How much of the surface of the earth has to be covered with asphalt and cement? How much plastic will float in the oceans? Hopeless.